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Ben
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Kate
He had to admit, sticking Kate down here wasn’t his idea. He didn’t want to confine her to the underground, he knew what kind of woman she was, and he knew that she’d need some kind of light for her to survive. But Jacob was stern with him; he had specific orders to carry out and Ben could do nothing but nod and say “Ok”. But now that she was down here, compliant if not a little edgy, he could see the grandeur of Jacob’s plans. Everyone was where they should be.
Ben raised a hand to his friend, to call him off. This was partly because he knew Kate would back off before she got anywhere near him, but also, he didn’t want to hurt her. He knew he’d eventually get a slap-to-the-face out of her, and she was certainly entitled to that – so the need for someone to protect him was rather obsolete. She was allowed that one slap to the face, just one. Then he’d hit back.
“Do you really want to speak to him, Kate?” he asked, his voice low and calm. This halted her, if his second in command hadn’t already. Her face contorted with the slight of confusion. “Are you sure it’s Sawyer you really want to talk to?” he stopped with the rhetoricals for the moment, and whispered in his friend’s ear to get out the room. Then, he took the deck chair from the corner of the room, and edged closer to her, taking a seat. He gestured with his hand for her to sit down opposite him – giving her that little bit of humanity and sociality again. They could be civil couldn’t they?
He continued, “Back there, you asked about Jack first, didn’t you? Not Sawyer. Jack. Why did you do that, Kate? What was it in you that thought it…necessary, to call for him first?” he twiddled his thumbs in his lap, that docile expression never leaving his face. “I guess it might have been because he’s a doctor, and you associate his occupation with your own safety. I guess it could have been that.” He tilted his head to one side, surprised that she hadn’t tried to claw his face out. “That or it could be that you just care about Jack more than you do Sawyer.”
He leaned forward, and stretched past Kate to pour himself a glass of water. He noticed a shiver of fear, or disgust, ripple through her body. It didn’t really bother him either way, what that shudder hid. It all added to the overall effect of him. He took his time sipping the liquid slowly, and then looked at Kate as if he’d forgotten she was there at all, “Oh, please, stop me if I’m wrong.”
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Sawyer
Hydra
Sorta Kate and Ben
He could hear everything. And every word he heard, hurt. Ben knew exactly what he was doing, as he drew himself closer to the intercom system – Sawyer heard every syllable uttered by that bastard. It was only a small thing, to anyone in the world it would be a small thing, but knowing that Kate called for Jack first…well, bravo Ben. Hat’s off to you. He sat on the chair, eager and at the same time reluctant to hear what Kate had to say. He stared at the food he’d hurled at the window, the steam from the hot meal leaving beads of condensation on the glass. He had half the mind to scrape the food off the wall and floor and back onto the tray, but hell, that’d just be making it easy for the Others.
What pissed him off the most though, was how calm and cosy Ben sounded. Sitting with Kate, teasing Sawyer with the close proximity him and Kate were sharing – course he didn’t have to worry about Ben trying to hurt Kate. She was inventor of the ‘swift slap to the face’ move, and he knew she’d executed it plenty of times before. His face told the story. Against his better half, he shifted his chair so his face was pressed against the cool breeze block wall, only inches away from the intercom system. “Oh. Please. Stop me if I’m wrong.”
Sawyer gritted his teeth. He knew Ben wasn’t wrong, otherwise the guy wouldn’t have said anything in the first place. Still not sure Kate could hear anything he said, that and he wanted to hear Kate talk unprovoked by what Sawyer could say, he kept his mouth shut. Instead he just waited to hear her voice, even if the words were about him and not to him, he just wanted to hear his friend. Wanted to make sure she sounded ok, as ok as could be expected.
He looked for other buttons on the intercom system, thinking maybe he could talk to Jack, but there was only the one button, meaning the intercom system must only work between him and Kate. He felt bad about not thinking of Jack, and put his mind to work about where the doctor could be. Not far from where he was, he thought. Yelling for him, or anybody, had been rendered useless a while ago.
So Sawyer sat there, with his teeth gritted and fists clenched.
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Jackinabox
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juliet
((reposted in this thread on behalf of the most awesomest jack RPer to ever....er......RP))
After a few minutes, Jack sat down on the table. It was more of a collapse, actually. He’d pause every few seconds to strain his hearing, hold his breath, listen for the shouts of Kate or Sawyer. There was nothing. Every shout had drained another ounce of energy, and as he blinked the world spun and spotted. Now in the silence of his cage, Jack raised a shaking, clammy hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead. It was odd that he’d been able to hear them for only a few seconds, and now suddenly he couldn’t; if he could hear their shouts, they should hear his. It was as if noise could be turned on and off in this box. There was a possibility that he had imagined the noises, even misinterpreted them. His stomach sank and swam in the pit of his torso, and kept time with the flashes of light behind his eyes. Dehydration was a nasty thing, and it was with all his might that he didn’t look down at the food on the floor.
Suddenly, there was movement behind the wall of glass. Jack sat up a little straighter and tightened his grip on the edge of the table. His eyes flicked back and forth, waiting for confirmation – and there it was. Like a light switch had been turned on, he could see into the next room. Honestly, the person before him was not one he had expected to see. She was of average height, with an obvious quietness about her movement. Blonde hair framed her face, and for a moment Jack absolutely could not help thinking of Sarah. In his weakened state he allowed the moment to fill him for a short while and then pushed it away, tough and fast. His features hardened, and remained as such when he steadily met her intelligent, probing gaze.
Her salutation was as soft and well-formed as he thought it would be, though now he found that he needed to go back and, well, not modify but detail his first impression of her. The tranquility was certainly there controlling her movements and directing her voice, but it was practiced. Very, very practiced. From the way she moved her head to the fall of her tone, everything was an act. Jack stood, plate and glass of food in hand, and prowled up to the window. He was mildly surprised when she learnedly gave his name, and would not have been fazed if she even gave his last name. For some reason, however, it didn’t come as much of a shock that these people knew things. They must have at least known more about the island than him and the other survivors, and beyond that, who knew? Either way, Jack wasn’t allowing one piece of information, his own, spare, scrap, or otherwise to escape his lips without some sort of ready reward from their side.
He allowed her to complete her train of thoughts, the blah blah blah about dehydration and everything else he could have guessed about the sedative they’d given him. Well, if they wanted him lucid, that would be the last thing he would be. Like a petulant child, Jack made up his mind to do exactly the opposite of what was asked of him until it garnered some sort of leverage. He needed to get Kate out of here somehow, even if that path dictated he needed to stay. And if it meant freeing Sawyer as well, Jack would have no objection.
“Well, hello Juliet,” Jack returned the tone she had given him. The slow, deliberate speech an adult feeds to a young child. “I’m not hungry.” And with that, Jack backed up a few steps and hurled the cup and the plate into the two-way window. Milk sprayed down the glass in short streams, and sandwich parts littered the floor. The crash! of cracking plastic hurt his head, but he shook it off.
“Where are you keeping Kate and Sawyer?”
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Kate
Hydra
ALMOSTjack, ben, ALMOSTsawyer
She watched Ben and his friend warily, still not sure what to expect next. For all she knew she would get knocked out again, and sent to some other place. Kate knew now that Sawyer was close...but would they keep him close? Or was this all just another part of his game. A tease that she might be able to find her friends only to have them ripped away again? She swallowed hard, staring down at the ground when Ben's stare became too intense.
Right at that moment, she heard a banging up against one of the walls. It was faint, but it was there--insistent. Her shoulders jerked just slightly when it began, and then it caused her to search around the room frantic to try and place where it was coming from. It seemed to be the far wall--one of the walls with the faux glass covering it. Kate stared towards the noise, wanting to investigate further--but Ben was already speaking to her again so if she was going to have opportunity, it wasn't going to be now.
How could he even ask if she wanted to speak to him? Of course she did--she had just said....Kate stared at him with wide eyed confusion. Then he motioned to the man with him. She didn't fail to notice how quickly everyone followed his orders around these parts. Didn't fail to sense the irony of the position he had been in not long before, either. She gritted her teeth, and when he began to order her around she decided her easiest route might just have been to listen.
As he spoke her jaw set harder and harder, until the sides of her cheeks began to ache. She didn't listen to what he was saying. Didn't take the time to mull it over in her mind. Even if it was something that she couldn't stop thinking about, she made sure within herself that she -wouldn't- think about it. Nothing he said was going to change that. When she spoke, her voice came out cold and hard as ice.
"What you are is more than wrong. You ask me, you're so far past wrong you can't even see it." She folded her arms across her chest. "Now why don't you stop trying to distract me with your stupid, useless questions that are none of your damned business and tell me the -real- reason you brought all of us here? Or else just get the hell out."
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Tyler
path towards cages
Pickett, karl, others
The walk to the camp felt slow, and the man behind him occasionally stabbing him in the back with the butt of his rifle didn't help matters much. It was right between the shoulderblades every time, quick and at an angle so the top of the barrel dug deeper into his flesh then the bottom. He'd wince since Pickett couldn't see his face, but he bit down hard to resist showing any other sign of how effective the man's jabs were.
They had barely made it halfway there when another gun toting mock militia rolled up next to Pickett with a frantic look on his face. Pickett gave Tyler one quick, narrow eyed stare as if to wordlessly warn him against trying anything funny. Tyler rolled his eyes and turned his back to them while Pickett strolled a yard or so away to talk with his companion. He only caught bits and scraps of their talk, no matter how hard he tried to hear. 'well it's his daughter, i don't blame him'.....'the kid won't get far'.....
He had no idea how quickly their chatter would gain relevance.
The sound coming from the bushes next to him was distinct and bred into every person's brain. A sharp pssssstt noise from almost ground level to grab his attention. He looked towards where it came from and found himself staring at a young guy with bright eyes shining from a dirty face. The guy waved his hand a little bit when he saw that he got Tyler's attention.
"Listen. I was sent to help you get out of here. You have to listen because we don't have much time." He flinched a little bit and twisted his gaze towards Tyler's captor quickly before he continued. "There is a way out of here, but you aren't where you think you are. You have to exit the cages they have you in and you have to follow the sunset in late afternoon. It'll get you to the beach, and you'll find the boat there...."
Tyler couldn't help but interrupt. "Is there a way off this island? Is there a way home?"
The boy seemed to soften a bit with sympathy before he shook his head vehemently. "No, no. You don't understand. Go to the beach and take it back to your island."
As soon as he said it, everything fell like puzzle pieces into place in Tyler's head. They had been on a dock before the light in the sky and being sent here. All the time they had spent searching that island and there had never been more then whispers. Never found their camp, and it seemed massive. Tyler's eyes widened.....there were two islands. Two.
He heard the sound of a branch snapping and turned to find Pickett walking towards him. By the time he turned back to where the boy was, he was long gone. Pickett cleared his throat, readying his gun for another stab towards Tyler's back.
"Good, I was getting bored. Glad to see you women are done with your gossiping."
He had expected a sneer, maybe for Pickett to yell. Instead he got the butt of the rifle straight against his cheek. The skin split and the area turned cold and exposed before he even felt the pain. His hand went up immediately, while the other steadied his half fallen body against the jungle floor. There was blood there, Tyler knew there would be, but he was almost immediately surprised by the sheer amount. The pain set in next, ripping fresh through his face every time he attempted to move his jaw or blink his eyes.
Pickett leaned down, so close Tyler thought he could smell chewing tobacco on the man's breathe. "Get the hell up. You're going back to your cages, and you're going back now. Keep your mouth shut and move."
He was diligent for the walk, mostly because he was planning. First off a way to turn his face so that JJ wouldn't see what the man had done to him. Second deciding if he wanted to bother to take the time to murder this bastard before getting them the hell off of this island, like the kid said he could.
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Of all the nightmares that ever came true
I think that gravity (gravity-gravity) is you
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JJ
Cages
Ford, & Adrienne
If dreams were clouds and the mind a sky, it had been a cloudless night.
She had lulled around in her lonesome cage, walking back and forth like a restless tiger on the prowl, and then, settled into a half-sitting position against the metal-box structure in the middle of the trapped confine. There she had let her face fall into her hands, lackadaisically, and more than once had entered the realms of sleep, only to be harshly pulled out of them, her eyes wildly going about until her comprehension caught up with her mind and she once again recalled where she was. And, to that, her hopeless situation. It did not make her feel better to know that there were more people involved. Alone, she would have no one else to worry about, but here... there were two other prisoners, two other humans, of whom she could not not worry. The shock of it kept rousing her evenly throughout the night, chasing away any hint of dreams that might otherwise have entered.
Somehow she had managed to miss dawn, and only awoke when light had begun painting the foliage that surrounded them halcyon, causing a thick and stagnant sunlight to linger in the air as the sun rose to its current peak. For the duration of morning, she had remained sitting in her cage, silent, in the same position as she had for the entire night. Her knees had gone numb and her lower back ached, but other than that, she was fine.
But she was not alone in this. Ford seemed to be taking the situation with his common breeze, outwardly, but for anyone who had watched his expressions flicker and knew and could read at least a portion of them - and she could that now - could see that underneath it all he was just as uneasy as she was. As anyone in their right mind would be. JJ just handled it differently. She too remained rather calm outwardly. Inside, she was seething... almost fuming. It congealed itself into some traits here and there: how she now after morning crossed her arms, how she paced back and forth, how she would sit down on the metal bunk-box in her cage and put her head in her hands... even when she stood still, her hands would constantly twitch, working on something. Rest found no place in her. It would not until answers did. But now, like her dreams, those seemed far away.
JJ had been standing up for a while when he called for her attention, without words, like a call from the wild. It was nice for her to see, and hear, that he still had his wits about him; for that she was thankful and gave a soft smile. It was hard to smile in these circumstances, but... she would take any excuse she could get. He made a comment about her dress and JJ raked her lose hair with her fingers. It still smelled of the shampoo they had been allowed to use wherever she and Kate had previously been, if the place had a name.
"Yeah, I..." An uncomfortable chuckle, out of her place, out of her character. "Don't get used to it." JJ could probably count the times she had worn a dress on one hand; she had no intention of increasing them.
He was trying to take her mind off of things, and with his position and that sweet smile of his... she'd be damned if it did not work. (It did.) Moments like these, she suspected, would be scarce. Who knew how many of them they had left? Who knew anything of what was to come? JJ had been in this situation many times before here on the island, and fought so hard against it -- not knowing, that was. It was, for her, the ultimate fear, to not only think but know that things were out of her control, the control-freak in her rearing its horrid head... she tried forgetting about all the stress relating to such thoughts by listening to what Ford said. He asked how she was.
"I'm living... breathing." She nodded in his direction, her eyes knitting slightly. "How about you? How's your face?" It was partly an insensitive manner and tone in which to ask the question, but when it came to those matters, JJ didn't know sensitive. But there was worry, genuine concern, in that voice, also.
Shifting so that she leant her shoulder against the metal bars, she also tipped so that she rested the side of her face against them. She looked off into the dense jungle, which made it look like she wasn't looking at anything at all. "Where do you think they took Tyler to?"
She was not to receive a full answer to that question. Interruption came through a tall, slim red-head which had JJ frowning against her upon the first sight, and as she came closer, her silent frown only seemed to grow. Like any caged being in resistance, the urge to fight rouse within her, primal instincts kicking in. But then came the reprise memory of yesterday's escapade in that very attempt, and the missing success --she doubted this woman would give her any excuse as to swipe that gun off of her, and even if she somehow succeeded, there were more to come, and she wouldn't have time to get the boys out... and it wasn't like she knew where to take them. Again, she was reminded: where were they? A boat ride had taken them here. But further thought upon that subject was useless -- she'd already spent most of the night encumbered in those thoughtless mires.
JJ said nothing whilst the woman greeted her, and when she asked her to change positions, JJ wanted to bite back, but mediated instead and backed two steps. Two small steps. But it was all the cooperation she offered. She gave no cue as to her likings for sandwiches, but her response pretty much spoke for that reveal, too.
"What makes you think I'm going to eat that?" Her eyes were set. "I'm not. For all I know there's enough stuffings in them to have me, or us," a nod to the other cage, "out for another day. Eat your damned sandwich yourself." The last was pretty much JJ telling the woman to go stuff herself without actually saying so.
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Ben
Hydra
Kate, Others
Sometimes he found impoliteness very difficult to tolerate. Of course he didn’t let his smile dip as he gazed at Kate, or show any sign of relenting in his powerful stare. Ben had thought that it was best to hide certain things, mask them with tricks – a new dress for Kate, breakfast; little things like that. But now that she was spitting venom at him, he realised he had probably overestimated her need for civilisation again. It didn’t really matter right now to him, he knew he’d crack her in time, but it was the principle.
He raised the plastic cup of water to his mouth, pausing the momentum of sipping from it for a second. He stared down into the circumference of the cup, watching the liquid ripple under his hand with a small curiosity. He took a sip, and licked his lips. “Well” he said, shrugging his shoulders a little bit. “Guess I better leave you now. I’m sure you have a lot of thinking to do, and well, I’m a busy man if you hadn’t noticed.” He stood up, to rest the plastic cup next to Kate where it had previously sat. He leaned in a little closer.
“ It’s kind of funny though, don’t you think? That I was in your position a week ago, and you were in mine. Funny how the tables turn” Ben backed away from her, closing the door three quarters of the way, before adding in a sinister undertone, “I’d get some rest, Miss Austen. These next few weeks are going to be very unpleasant.”
He walked out of the room, closing the door quietly. Instantly people flocked around him. He never tired of that important feeling, which he’d never had as a child. As of late, he craved it. As if it were wearing thin with other people. Like coming to the end of your chocolate bar. You craved for one more last slab of it. “When Juliet finishes up with Shepherd, make sure she comes and sees me.”
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