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Post by Lani Bryant on May 13, 2007 3:50:30 GMT
Lani sat on the beach, her hair pulled up in a messy ponytail. The sun beat down on her skin, tanning her arms and legs. Her sketchbook sat in her lap and her soft charcoal pencil barely made a sound as it passed over the paper. She wore short khaki shorts and a light blue bikini top with a white tank top over it.
Lani was angled so that she could see the camp and the water as it beat against the island. Times like these made her wish she knew how to surf. She paused in her sketching to turn her gaze to the water. It was beautiful, but treacherous. She squinted at the brightness of of the sun's reflection on the water and brought her hand up to her face to shade her eyes.
After several minute, she turn her attention to the camp, to her fellow survivors. Each of them brought something to the camp, something to the group. Each of them had secrets and pasts that they wished to forget. These things were all things that Lani was attempting to depict in her sketch of the camp and the survivors. She turned her attention back to her sketch and continued sketching in specific details, losing herself in it to the point where she was oblivious to her surroundings.
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Post by Judd/Hurley on May 14, 2007 3:57:03 GMT
Hurley was down. He had been looking through his baggage (For the millionth time) and had found his lottery ticket. All of the things that had happened had come back to him in a short two seconds. And two seconds wasn't enough to spread out all of the memories of the deaths he had caused. He wandered around the beach, thinking about their names. Adam Hassledoff, fell off the roof... Shirley Thornberg, blew up in the chicken restaurant explosion...
Hurley just sat himself down, not aware of anything around him. Just the names and faces. Emily Zerkan, car accident at an intersection, 45th and Main... Ronald Gernard, burned to death trying to fix the oven... When he regained control of his mind, he realized he was sitting next to a woman writing in a sketch book. "Dude, what're you drawing?"
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Post by Lani Bryant on May 14, 2007 19:54:39 GMT
Lani didn't look up from her sketch. She continued sketching and replied softly, "Everybody on the beach. What I see when I look at each and every person." She paused for a second and this time did look up.
She smiled lightly at the man who sat next to her. She hadn't actually spoken to him yet, but knew his name, just like she knew most of the other survivors name. She was an observer. "Hurley, right?" she asked, offering her hand politely in introduction. "I'm Noelani...Lani for short."
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Post by Judd/Hurley on May 16, 2007 6:20:48 GMT
"Hi, Lani." Hurley shook her hand and leaned back to look at her picture. "So, what do you see when you... You know, see them?" He felt somewhat dumb for asking, not knowing whether every artist in training knew what Lani was talking about, or if it was a special technique. He looked at Lani with interested eyes and that good-ol-Hurley-smile. " 'Cause I see my friends trying to survive in the middle of nowhere."
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Post by Lani Bryant on May 16, 2007 19:42:10 GMT
Lani smiled at Hurley. She turned her sketchbook back towards herself and stared at it for a few minutes, then held the edges tight with her hands. She nodded her head slowly in agreement, her long brown hair falling across her shoulders. "I see that too, but I also see more...I see people with secrets, haunted pasts...I see people suffering...I see deep love...I see friendship." Her green eyes glimmered in the light and she continued, "I see strong bonds forming between all the survivors. I see people overcoming the pains of their pasts." She blushed slightly as she finished, realizing how strange she must sound. But she was an observer. It was what she did, what she was good at...she watched and she sketched.
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Post by Judd/Hurley on Jun 11, 2007 23:46:48 GMT
Hurley instantly understood what she meant by escaping the past.He himself was trying to escape the guilt, the pain... He then realized that if she could see others escaping the past, she could see him trying to as well.
"Yeah, all the peoples are makin' friends and some are cryin' because they lost some." Hurley looked back at Lani. "I'm not an artist, but if you can put what you're talkin' about seein' into your drawing, that drawing could replace the Mona Lizabeth!"
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Post by elizabethlouisa on Feb 26, 2010 16:33:55 GMT
Louisa walked up and noticed the sketch pad. "hey I always wanted to sketch, but I guess I couldn't get the hang of it." She draws a smiley face in the sand with a stick. "I could only draw stick figures and things." She looks longingly towards the jungle. "I would love to go forage for some food, but I don't want to go alone. Would anyone like to come with me?"
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Post by beaurussell on May 9, 2010 21:15:22 GMT
"I'm all good to go sweet stuff, but maybe you hadn't noticed that the food rack we got over there is full. What you really want?"
I notice a man walking towards us from the other end of the beach. He's looking right at us.
I notice he has something in his hand.....A GUN!
He raises the gun into the air and yells:
"GET DOWN OR YOU ALL DIE!"
He fires a bullet into the air.
I look at Louisa on the ground. Not until right before death do I notice how pretty she is.
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