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Post by champ103 on Sept 7, 2005 10:21:56 GMT -5
Thanks again everyone (:
Pandora, the most recent episode I've seen is the one about Sun ('House Of The Rising Sun'? I've heard it was called that).
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Post by Celinra on Sept 7, 2005 10:36:47 GMT -5
Pan, what time is Lost on, on Wednesdays? I always forget about all these good shows on TV until, like, right after they end, and then I go "Oh no! I forgot to watch (whatever)!"
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Post by Charles Vane on Sept 7, 2005 14:51:35 GMT -5
Thanks again everyone (: Pandora, the most recent episode I've seen is the one about Sun ('House Of The Rising Sun'? I've heard it was called that). I think I know which one you're talking about but thats one of the few I haven't seen. Do you like Sawyer? Cel, it should be on at 9 tonight but I'm not sure what time its going to be on at once the second season starts.
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Sept 7, 2005 15:26:24 GMT -5
That was great, even though I've never seen Lost. I'm not the type that watches TV much. Maybe I'll try to watch it, if it ties into this story.
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Post by champ103 on Sept 8, 2005 11:03:03 GMT -5
Pandora-Sawyer is pretty cool, he isn't one of my favourite characters, but I don't dislike him. My favourites are Charlie and Shannon, although Sun is really cool too. And I like Rose.
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Post by Charles Vane on Sept 8, 2005 15:00:17 GMT -5
Rose is awesome. Is there a Rose like character here?
Anyway I heard that Sawyer grows on most people. They hated him at the begining but they love him once they've watched the season. I saw his episode first so I loved him instantly.
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Post by Carma on Sept 8, 2005 15:04:39 GMT -5
This story is cool. I watch LOST. I like Sawyer and his glasses and the fact that he reads A Wrinkle In Time in that episode.
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Post by mysteriouscreep on Sept 9, 2005 10:43:39 GMT -5
Pandy, George means episode 6. The Moth (7) is on here next week. And I agree about the Saywer growing on people thing, though could it possibly be him skinny-dipping? And George, I love love love this. Even though I have to use Babelfish for me. : P
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Post by champ103 on Sept 9, 2005 11:51:11 GMT -5
So did I.
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Post by champ103 on Sept 10, 2005 17:49:40 GMT -5
Okay, the next chapter is now finished! Sorry to anyone who requested it shorter, but I think it's longer then the other one.
In this volume, it's from both Philip AND Annelise's point of veiw, so it swaps the scene a lot from the beach/wreckage, where Annelise is, and the jungle, where Philip is.
This chapter includes some new characters, and some new mysteries so I hope you enjoy it!
Volume Two ‘Crumble’
v. intr. [/i] 1.To fall into small fragments or particles; disintegrate. 2.To give way; collapse. 3. A baked desert of fruit topped with a crumbly pastry mixture.
‘Look,’ Annelise Jucker began carefully, holding up hands as if to weigh the situation. ‘It’s just a plane.’ ‘I know it’s just a plane!’ PJ Jucker snapped back. ‘But I don’t like it!’ ‘I know, I know,’ Annelise replied, head in hands, sighing. ‘But don’t be difficult. I just can’t wait until we’re at the psychologist’s place so we can get this sorted out.’ Philip slammed his arm down on the armrest. ‘What, so he can twist my mind?’ Philip cried, stomping his feet on the airplane floor. ‘I don’t need a psychologist.’ ‘Yes you do!’ Annelise cried back, placing an arm round her brother. She gave him a light kiss on the cheek. Philip pulled away and pushed her back, slamming her against her armrest and almost spilling her out into the aisle of the plane. ‘I don’t!’ Philip cried. ‘This is a problem we can solve without any professional!’ Annelise quickly shook her head as she pulled herself into a correct seating position. ‘It isn’t,’ she explained. ‘Philip, this could get serious, it’s been getting worse and worse since you’ve been a kid!’ Philip took a deep breath, and raised his fist. Annelise squinted in horror. ‘Sir!’ cried a voice, as an air hostess rushed over. ‘Sir, if I could ask you to stop that…’ she leaned in and whispered. ‘All this shouting and rough housing is distracting other passengers.’ Philip took a deep breath, his face red. He raised his fist higher. Annelise gasped. ‘Philip, no!’ Annelise yelled in hushed whisper. Philip turned to her, lowering his fist. ‘But I-‘ he began, and the plane suddenly jolted. Annelise was swung back against her chair, and Phillip was flung to the spare seat beside him that was next to the window. The airhostess was thrown back onto the lap of the person in the aisle seat opposite Annelise, but quickly pulled herself back to the Jucker siblings as the plane calmed down. ‘Jesus, what the potato was that?’ Philip cried, wiping his hands down his jeans, seeming out of breath. ‘Just…’ the hostess began, trying to think of the right thing to say. ‘Turbulence. You get it on planes a lot.’ Annelise nodded, and put a hand on Philip’s arm to calm him. ‘He doesn’t like planes,’ she explained. ‘There are some…complications with him at the moment.’ ‘Clearly,’ the airhostess remarked. Annelise raised an eyebrow. ‘Can you get us some water?’ she asked. ‘Calm him down?’ she explained. The airhostess sighed as if the request was simply outrageous, and then she quickly strode of towards the front of the plane. ‘She had an attitude,’ Philip yelled. ‘Shush,’ Annelise said with a roll of the eyes. ‘I’m sure she’s a very nice lady really.’ Philip seemed unsatisfied. ‘Really?’ he hissed. ‘Because I could have sworn she was a magee.’ ‘Philip!’ Annelise hissed back, obviously annoyed. ‘Oh come on,’ Philip cried. ‘You’re acting like my mother.’ ‘OUR mother,’ Annelise corrected. ‘And she’s a well-mannered wo-‘ The plane suddenly seemed to stop in it’s tracks-the lights above everyone’s heads just fused out, and a sudden clatter almost pulled Annelise from her seat, and sent Philip from his, into the back of the person ahead of him. Annelise screamed. ‘salsa!’ she cried. ‘Philip, get up!’ Philip didn’t move. Annelise looked around desperately. The seatbelt sign was flickering on and off in front of her eyes, but she chose to ignore it, even as people screamed, and the airhostesses ran to seats to keep themselves straight. Annelise darted down to the floor ahead of her, and quickly dragged Philip’s weight up to his seat, being careful to attach his seatbelt on carefully with her shaken hands as he flopped forwards, his face bleeding, his eyes shut tight. Annelise swung to her seat, and quickly pulled on the seatbelt, her hands almost too nervous and shaking to do it properly. She took deep breathes-something was wrong, the plane was crashing, she was sure of it. She felt people being thrown away from their seats, as there was another huge line of bumping as people screamed and screamed. Annelise looked over at Philip, who had seemed to regain slight consciousness. ‘Don’t worry Philip’ she murmured what was an actual shout over the noise of the troubled plane. She quickly slipped her hand into his and held her eyes tight as the plane nose-dived towards ground. Any minute, any second, they’d hit something, people would die, and people would be hurt. She could die, Philip could die, the nasty hostess who would now never give them a cup of water could die. There was a sudden noise as the oxygen masks fell down in front of them. Annelise quickly and ruggedly attached it to her mouth, and then tried to help Philip attach his. She pulled it from the ceiling, and pulled it out over her mouth. Then she squeezed his hand nervously, as she shut her eyes. Philip felt nothing as they hit the beach of the island-he had lost consciousness from the wound to his head by then. But Annelise felt it-the extreme power of everything splitting and collapsing-her eyes were closed, she was shutting her mind off to stop the pain, but she was thrown from the wreckage, and she felt herself hit something mid air. And then was when both of them were unconscious. Annelise sat on the beach and stared out to sea. It was morning, and the tide was right in, pushing around some of the corpses from the wreckage, and small parts of the plane that were easily budged by the soft sea. Annelise didn’t want to look-she didn’t want to see all the death and destruction that had taken place on the island. Philip hadn’t returned from his trip into the jungle. He had left the evening before, so either they were all doomed, or they had stopped of for the night. Annelise would have preferred the latter, and she sort of expected the latter, out of character for her usual pessimistic mood. ‘Hey!’ someone cried from behind her. Annelise turned her head and saw a familiar face coming towards her. She had met Kimia only the night before, when she had helped in freeing Annelise from the wreckage crushing her leg. Many people had taken part, and had budged it off, but Annelise couldn’t feel the shin or foot on her right leg, and barely on the left leg too. She was unable to walk, but Kimia had also assisted to finding Kimia something to be used as a pair of crutches. It had turned out that one had been on the plane-presumably for a passenger, now deceased, and Annelise had managed without the use of another one. During the evening, she had returned to favour, and waited by the side of a man Kimia was looking after, and who had been stuck under a propeller, in a similar situation to her own. The man had awoken during the evening, and after taking a long drink of water had named himself as Akbar Ahmed. He had been on the plane for business reasons, as he told Kimia and Annelise, although he wasn’t very specific. They didn’t bother him over it-it didn’t matter to them. The rest of the night was quiet and sombre, but now, as Kimia sat herself down beside Annelise, she looked more joyful and awake. ‘Hi,’ Annelise said as Kimia too looked out at the sea. ‘How’s the leg going?’ Kimia asked. ‘Is it okay? It looked pretty nasty.’ Annelise shrugged. ‘No complaints,’ she admitted. ‘So…what brings you here?’ Kimia shrugged. ‘Can’t it just be a nice social visit or something?’ she asked with a shrug as she put her elbows on her knees. Annelise sighed. ‘It could be,’ she replied, and turned to Kimia. ‘But it’s not.’ Kimia giggled. ‘You caught me,’ she confessed with a grin. ‘But what I came for was about that man.’ Annelise nodded. ‘Akbar?’ Kimia added as if to help boost Annelise’s memories. ‘I remember,’ Annelise assured. Kimia nodded. ‘Well, he’s up and walking, and he seems okay really,’ she said. ‘He has a slight limp but nothing much. He was asking about a Pandora. I think she was with him on the plane-did she…um…die?’ Annelise’s face turned serious but she shook her had. ‘No,’ she said quietly. ‘Well, a Pandora went on the trip into the jungle. Maybe that’s…’ ‘They haven’t returned yet?’ Kimia interrupted. ‘That’s a bit worrying, isn’t it?’ Annelise shrugged. They sat in silence for a few minutes, looking at the sun slowly rising above their heads, looking at the reflection of the sea, and the birds in the skies. ‘Maybe they found something,’ Kimia suggested. ‘A hotel, a tourist beach, anything where there’s people and civilization.’ ‘You think?’ Annelise asked. Kimia shrugged. ‘I was thinking this was just and island. Nothing else.’ ‘Well, they’ll be coming back soon,’ Kimia replied. ‘Then we’ll know.’
- The five of them were sitting round the burnt out fire-the sun shining down on them through misty clouds above their heads. Michael was rummaging through his bag, seeing if there was anything that would quench his hunger. None of them had planned to be out so long, and none of them had expected this to happen when they had boarded the plane. Michael had forgotten about his poster in his pocket, but Philip, who was sitting across the other side of the fireplace, hadn’t. Pandora beside him, although not interacting with him in anyway, he sat glumly with his chin in his hands, his mind away, his eyes blank as they stared forward. ‘Come on,’ Michael cried, giving up on his bag and pulling himself up from the log on which he was sat. ‘We’d better get going if we want to be back on the beach for tonight.’ Bella, Marc and Pandora simply nodded, and picking up their own stuff, started striding towards Michael. However, Philip remained seated and just stared at the pile of suitcases just by the logs, which Michael was sat on. ‘What about all the luggage?’ he asked. Michael seemed to ponder the thought, but his mind was made up quickly. ‘We’ll leave it,’ he said. Philip raised an eyebrow, but apparently Michael wasn’t finished. ‘We’ll pick it up on the way back-there’s no way we can all carry it around the jungle.’ Philip shrugged, and picked himself up to join the others-he hadn’t brought anything with him on the journey, since nothing of his had been found in the wreckage, and his suitcase wasn’t even with the rest, although he was sure that he had found Annelise’s suitcase: even thought it was mangled by the crash, and locked up tightly. Philip supposed Michael’s strategy was the best one, as they walked towards the path they had made for the suitcases the night before, to continue their trek through the jungle. He wasn’t sure if there was going to be anything on the island, but he was trying to keep positive, like everyone else was, and just think that they could bump into a shopping mall or a hotel at any second. He took a deep breath, and started to stride up to catch up with Michael, but accidentally tripping Bella over in the process. She stumbled over his leg, and spilled down onto the hard floor, slamming her knee, her hostess dress tipping over, showing her knickers. Pandora rolled her eyes, and Marc gave an annoying laugh. ‘I see England, I see France…’ he began. Bella picked herself up, and pulled her dress down her legs as usual. ‘Oh grow up,’ she cried. ‘Or is that the first time you’ve seen a woman’s ass?’ she retorted angrily, and stormed off ahead of him. Philip hung back to catch up with the fuming Bella instead of catching up with Michael, who was indulged in a conversation with Pandora. ‘Oh, sorry about that,’ he murmured. Bella didn’t seem amused by his apology. ‘Who cares,’ she murmured, looking straight ahead as she strode. ‘Now just…piss off and leave me alone.’ Philip raised a bushy eyebrow. ‘Hey, hey!’ he cried, offended. ‘I was just apologizing!’ He placed a hand on her shoulder, but she slapped it off, and pushed him down to the floor. ‘I said, piss off, okay?’ she cried. She started striding off, leaving Philip sitting in mud. His mind went awry, he felt his face going red, and he could picture steam flying from his ears. He tried to remember what Annelise had said, many a time before, and he took a deep breath. But when he pulled himself up, he shook his head, and shook thoughts of Annelise away, and rushed up to Bella, quickly grabbed her back. She gave a gasp, before he pushed her forward as they approached a steep, jagged sloped cliff in the path, and before he knew it, Bella was being sent down it, screaming slightly as she rolled down. ‘Whoops,’ Philip said quietly, as the full danger of his actions sunk in.
‘Mrs. Jucker?’ the teacher said, standing up from her seat at the small desk standing between them. ‘Nice to meet you. Take a seat.’ Philip’s mother, and a fifteen-year-old Philip both took seats slowly and quietly. ‘Intellectually,’ the teacher began, shuffling through papers on the desk for no apparent reason,’ Philip’s maths coursework is well above average. He shows talent, and his work is generally neat.’ Mrs Jucker nodded and smiled at her son, who shrugged as he slouched in his seat. ‘However,’ the teacher stated. Mrs. Jucker sighed, as the teacher did too. ‘What?’ Mrs Jucker snapped. The teacher shuffled the papers a bit more before continuing. ‘Philip shows some unusual behaviour during class,’ the teacher finally said, taking a sip at a mug of tea perched by the papers on the desk. Mrs. Jucker frowned, and turned to Philip with a slightly confused expression. ‘Unusual behaviour?’ she checked. The teacher nodded. ‘Like what?’ Mrs. Jucker asked. ‘Random outbursts,’ she explained. ‘Violence and profanity in the classroom, for small reasons like someone borrowing his ruler without permission.’ ‘Ah,’ his mother said with a small shake of the head. ‘He does that sometimes.’
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Post by champ103 on Sept 10, 2005 17:51:36 GMT -5
volume two-crumble continued
Annelise wondered across the beach, hopping along with her crutch tight in her hand. It was slightly bent out of shape, and loose, but she was hardly ready to complain. As far as she saw it, she was lucky to still have that leg attached to her body. She sighed-Philip had still not returned, and she was starting to fear the worst. All around her, dead bodies still lay, no one ready to start rounding them up, no one prepared to go up to them at all. She kneeled down by the nearest one, and peered into the open, staring eyes. They withheld no emotion, no feeling. No life at all. Annelise sighed-the woman she was kneeling before was all in one piece, and there wasn’t much blood covering here body, but the woman was posed on the sand in a strange, scared way, as if trying to shield of herself from whatever might be waiting. Annelise sniffed as she tried to hold back tears from her eyes sitting by a dead body was bound to be emotional. Then she paused-she recognized the woman as the air hostess on the plane, the one who had been rude to them, and the one at whom Annelise had held a grudge at. She instantly regretted it-she looked back into the pale face of the corpse of the air hostess, as the hatred from her slipped of her shoulders and rolled down the beach, washed away by sea. She shook her head-if only she could turn back the wheels of time, and not been so mean on the hostess. Annelise wiped her eyes, and focused on the sand at her feet, before collapsing into a sitting post that wasn’t putting so much weight on her injured leg. She sighed, and let her minds drift off-she wanted to get off the island as soon as possible-even if there was no civilization, someone, something would come for them. How could it not, with so many people missing? It was at this point that Annelise noticed a man rushing towards her-she didn’t recognize the man, but what she could recognized was his worried, dreading face as he approached her. She suddenly raised her position as the man came to her side. His hair was a mix of ginger and brown, with a slight hint of early grey hairs poking through. ‘Can I-‘ Annelise asked kindly, but the worried man, who was still standing as he was by her interrupted. ‘Have you seen her?’ he asked, and rummaged through his pocket, before pulling out his wallet. He pulled it open and flashed a picture from it in front of Annelise’s eyes. It was of a little girl-Annelise assumed it was the man’s daughter, or another young relative. ‘Is she your-‘ she began to ask, but she was interrupted again. ‘She’s my daughter,’ the man cried. ‘I haven’t seen her since the crash and…’ tears filled his eyes. Annelise raised herself and tried her best to comfort him, putting a hand on his arm tightly. ‘I’m sure she’ll turn up,’ she explained. ‘I’ll make sure I keep an eye out for here. I’d assist in searching, but I have a bit of difficulty getting around after the plane crash.’ She gestured to her crutch, which was still in her hand. ‘I’ll do my best to help.’ The man looked up, his eyes filled with tears. ‘You will?’ he asked. Annelise nodded, and the man stuck his hand out. Annelise shook it. ‘I’m Luis,’ he murmured. ‘Luis Weasley-my daughter’s name is Antenora Weasley.’ Annelise nodded, not sure whether the polite thing to do would to smile at him kindly, or to stay serious in the serious situation. ‘I’m Annelise,’ she explained. ‘Jucker’ she added. Luis started to sidetrack away from her, but he held up his free hand as the other slipped the wallet back into his pocket. ‘Bye!’ he cried. ‘And…thanks!’ Annelise smiled, and gave him a wave as he ran back to the ruins, in search of his daughter. - ‘I-I don’t know what came over me,’ Philip tried to explain to an angry looking Michael. They were standing at the top of the slope; seconds after Bella had been pushed down. ‘For the love of God, who cares!’ Pandora cried. ‘We don’t care for your crappy excuses Philip-the important thing is that we get Bella back up here alive.’ As they started running the short distance to the edge of the cliff, it became apparent that Marc had already gone to the cliff to save Bella. The three of them didn’t have much time to observe those facts as they all stood at the edge, and peered down at the almost vertical slope that they were facing. Down below was more part of the jungle-for part of their journey, they had travelled uphill, so that was the way to return to the beach. But that wasn’t the only thing that they had noticed-perched dramatically on a huge boulder sticking out from the cliff was Bella, who was pulling herself up slowly, her hair a mess, and her body looking very limp. ‘Bella!’ Philip cried, and started to lower himself, preparing for the climb down to retrieve her. Michael held him back with just a very tight hand on his shoulder. ‘I’ll go get her,’ he explained. Philip shook his head, and took a very long deep breath. ‘No, I will,’ he insisted. ‘I pushed her down, after all.’ Michael sighed, as if he were desperate to climb down a terrifying cliff and retrieve someone who it would do everyone best if she just remained there. Philip came to the conclusion that Michael wanted to be the hero. He was that kind of lead-role guy, he could tell, all the time, he had to be the best, and Philip was just about to do what he’d claim ‘his job’. Philip lowered himself, so that he was hanging by his hands from the top of the cliff, as Pandora and Michael watched down silently. He closed his eyes, after checking that it was okay to drop himself from that point, and he took a deep breath, before letting go. He felt himself flying down through the air, and he felt his legs crumple and collapse on him as he landed on something. He opened his eyes and looked around-he had landed in the correct place, for the view of an angry Bella stared him right in the face. He sighed, and pulled himself up slightly. ‘Get off my feet,’ Bella demanded. Philip looked down and felt his weight straight against her ankles. ‘Oh, sorry,’ he murmured as he pulled himself away. He stood up on the ledge and looked up at Michael and Pandora. It was then that he noticed that Marc was not with them-he had almost assumed that he’d be down with Bella, but that fact was now false. ‘Has Marc been here?’ he asked. Bella shrugged before proceeding to nod. ‘Yeah,’ she said, and pointed off the ledge of the cliff. ‘He didn’t land as successfully as you though.’ Philip looked over the side of the ledge and gulped-he wouldn’t like to suffer Marc’s fate. As he looked over, he also sat that the ledge that they were both seated on was shadowing over a cave entrance in the side of the cliff. He frowned at it, but decided that it was probably just where history, or bad storms had left its path. ‘Are you okay to walk?’ he asked. Bella shrugged and tried to scramble to her feet, her hands scraping up and down them as she stood. ‘Not really,’ she murmured. ‘Philip, what the potato was that for?’ Philip shrugged and closed his eyes. ‘I don’t know,’ he muttered in reply. ‘I just…’ he trailed off and opened his eyes again. ‘You just…?’ Bella asked. Philip shrugged. ‘It doesn’t matter,’ he whispered. ‘Now, let’s try to get you up, yeah?’ Bella shook her head. ‘Not if you’re planning on patronizing me,’ she hissed. A pause followed. ‘Maybe you should try the carrying technique?’ Philip shook his head. ‘No chance,’ he chuckled. ‘There’s no way that I’ll be able to lift you up.’ Bella opened her mouth as if to gasp, but she made no noise. But Philip did notice that however much noise she was making with her gasp, she looked very offended. ‘Oh,’ he murmured. ‘I didn’t mean-‘ ‘Just leave it,’ Bella cried. ‘Guys?’ came a yell from above. They both looked to see Michael shouting down at them. ‘Are you coming up or what?’ ‘Right, yeah,’ Philip agreed, and suddenly stumbled back at the ledge started to shake, and parts of rock started tumbling down the cliff. ‘I think that’s best-this cliff is a bit unstable.’ ‘A bit?’ Michael cried down. ‘Look at the cracks in it!’ Philip looked around, and Bella followed suit, and they both suddenly noticed that the cliff looked very unstable indeed. ‘salsa, salsa, salsa,’ Bella murmured. ‘Philip, get me up!’ She quickly scrambled to the side of the cliff, and tried to grab on to it, but as she tried, more and more of the cliff started to deteriorate from it’s original design and started to fell down onto the weakening ledge. From up above, Michael and Pandora were looking very concerned, and as Pandora started to look around for anything to help, Michael lowered himself to the cliff. ‘Do you need help?’ he called down. ‘I TOLD you I should have gone, Philip.’ He quickly put one foot over, but a sudden fall of rocks pulled him down. He gave a cry as he tumbled towards the ledge, and Bella pulled herself out of the way so that Michael didn’t knock her down the cliff. As Michael landed on the ledge, the final cracks pulled through it, and it started to crumble into pieces, pulling the three of them down with it. Pandora screamed from above, and looked around furiously for something that could help, although she knew inside that she was pretty much useless in the situation. As they landed flat against the side of the cliff from leaving the ledge, the cliff started to slowly collapse beside them, and Philip quickly decided upon a plan that could stop them from dying, or nearly dying, or anything bad. He quickly clutched Bella’s hand tightly, and pulled them both into the cave opening that he’d seen before. As they landed, dust erupted from the floor dramatically, and Philip heard the top of the cliff collapsing and heading down towards the cave opening, where they were both lying, straight in it’s path. He quickly grabbed Bella’s hand, which she had rudely snatched away as they had landed, and rolled over away from the opening of the cave, pulling an annoyed looking Bella with him, and at the split second they moved out of the way, the opening was filled with parts of the top of the cliff. Piles and piles of it were stuck in the opening, the rest heading for the bottom of the cliff. It suddenly seemed to Philip that going into the cave opening wasn’t such a good idea after all. -
When Annelise returned back to the wreckage of the plane, where everyone seemed to be staying for one reason or another, the tension was high, and everyone was crowded around in a huge huddle. Annelise tried to hobble through the crowd, but it was tight, and she could tell that something serious was taking place in the middle. ‘What’s-what’s happening?’ she roared over the cries and murmurs of the fellow survivors. ‘Annelise!’ cried someone from the middle. She could remember from the voice and the accent that it was Luis, the man she had met earlier on the beach who was searching for his daughter. ‘Let her through!’ he cried to the crowd who reluctantly opened a small passage for her to get through to the centre of the crowd. As she rummaged through, she could see that Luis’s distressed face was looking even worse then it was earlier, and in the pit of her stomach, she thought that she could piece together what was going on. And when she arrived beside Luis, she could see that she was right. A girl was lying on the sand in the centre of the circular crowd-her eyes were closed, and her body was pale and limp. Annelise closed her eyes-the girl bore a resemblance to the airhostess that she had seen dead earlier that day, except she was horrible disfigured-a leg was missing; her face was covered in blood and not recognizable at all. One arm was twisted in such a way that it mad Annelise squeamish. ‘We found her brought to the beach by the tide,’ Luis murmured, trying to contain tears that just wouldn’t stay in his eyes. ‘She…she…’ Annelise put a comforting hand on Luis’s shoulder, and wiped his tears from his cheeks with the other. ‘Is it definitely her?’ she asked, although she too, felt no doubt. ‘Her face…’ she closed her mouth and stopped talking, not wanting to cause more harm to Luis. ‘It must be,’ Luis whispered back, more tears flooding down his face. ‘I…I can’t even recognize her-my own daughter. She…’ he burst out into tears, and muttered ‘Antenora’ and ‘sorry’ many times as he leaned in and rested his shoulder onto Annelise’s. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she murmured. ‘Really, I am.’ She felt the tragedy of the plane crash-the time here was more upsetting then sitting by the hostess-there was no comparison. Luis’s face, his emotions, his tears…they all made Annelise want to cry herself. And she did-slowly and innocently, not bursting into hysterics as to try and comfort Luis instead. ‘I’m sure she-‘ she began, but then stopped, knowing that it would be best to say nothing at all. ‘Maybe we ought to get away from the crowd,’ she explained. ‘Get some privacy, you know?’ Luis nodded, and the two of them started to disperse, leaving Antenora lying on the floor. ‘When we get off this island, I’ll make sure she had a proper funeral!’ Luis cried, and Annelise nodded. ‘Or IF,’ she howled under her breath as she led him away from the wreckage. - ‘Michael!’ Pandora cried from the top of the cliff, which had halved in width at the mini avalanche. She started biting at her nails furiously, pacing at the stop, where only minutes before they had watched Bella been pushed down. ‘Philip, Bella!’ she added. She thought she had seen them disappear into the cliff, but she knew that they had just been carried down by rocks, disfigures by the rushing view. She took a deep breath, and lowered herself down to what was now a large ditch in the side of the cliff. She dropped herself and let herself slide down before she felt flat against the side of a boulder. Pandora gave a sigh of relief that it had stopped her falling straight down to the bottom of the cliff. Underneath all of the boulders, a distressed looking Bella pulled herself up and looked at the wall of rocks that was blocking their way from getting out of the cave. She walked to one and started to shake at it. ‘potato …’ she murmured. ‘Phil, come and help me shift these boulders.’ Philip got up from the dusty floor and nodded. ‘Right,’ he said. ‘We’ll be out of here in no time,’ he added, as he strode towards the rocks. Bella snapped her head towards him. ‘We’d better be,’ she cried. ‘You’re the one who dragged me in her-in fact; you’re the one who almost pushed me to my death anyway.’ ‘I know, sorry,’ Philip said. ‘I can explain.’ Bella held up a hand, and shook her head. ‘I don’t want an explanation,’ she muttered. ‘I just want you to start help me move these boulders, okay?’ Pandora clambered onto the large rocks on the side of the cliff, and looked around, before hopping down and continuing her trip climbing down the cliff, where she was expecting to see her four fellow survivors waiting for her. Underneath the rocks, Bella and Philip felt her presence as the boulders started to shake, but there was nothing as it stopped seconds later. Bella cried out in fury. ‘They won’t budge!’ she screamed. She slammed herself down onto the floor. ‘I can’t believe this!’ Philip plonked himself down beside her, awakening a spider from its web. ‘What are we going to do?’ he asked. Bella shrugged. ‘I have no idea,’ she replied honestly. ‘The others will find us eventually-it’d be impossible for them not to. Now let’s just play the waiting game.’ Outside the cave, Pandora was finally reaching the bottom of the cliff, covered in dust and mud and rocks as she jumped down to the last rock, and slipped from there to the ground. She landed on her back, and winced in pain before pulling herself up, and stretching. She looked back up at the top of the cliff, which before had seemed terrifying and almost impossible to climb down, but now to Pandora, it seemed like something she could easily accomplish. Her attention was turned around to the usual jungle setting at the bottom of the cliff, her eyes wide as she peered into the trees, which had a huge base of boulders hanging around the floor. ‘Michael?’ she roared, slowly making her way around the bushes and the trees. ‘Michael?’ She could hear her own breath in the silence of the scene as she looked around, but heard something rustle in a bush behind her. Pandora peered at it, and started to take very slow steps, following the noise. ‘Michael?’ she murmured, very quietly and very nervously as she approached the bush. Finally, something rose quickly in front of her, something that made her jump. Something that wasn’t Michael.
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Post by champ103 on Sept 10, 2005 17:54:13 GMT -5
volume two-crumble continued
Pandora stumbled back onto the mud-spluttered ground, her hands catching her fall on a rock perched just behind her. She gave a sigh as she looked up and saw what it was-a sigh of relief, surely, for Marc Pig was standing there, with bruises covering his face, and his clothes even more tattered then they were when their journey had started. ‘Oh, crap, sorry,’ he murmured, and then gave a sigh chuckle. ‘I didn’t realize I was that scary.’ ‘No, no, don’t,’ Pandora begun, and then pushed herself up, with strain on her back,’ worry about it. I’m fine.’ Marc pulled himself away from the pushes and towards Pandora. ‘What happened?’ Pandora asked. ‘Where did you go…’ she paused and looked behind him. ‘What were you doing behind a bush?’ Marc sighed. ‘Well, I was like, going to save that other woman, but I sort of tripped and fell down, hence the bruises and stuff,’ Marc explained. ‘And I jumped behind the bush, because I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but the cliff sort of collapsed and landed around here-I was getting away?’ Pandora shrugged. ‘Have you seen Michael?’ she asked. ‘Or the other two, for that matter. They all feel when the cliff collapsed.’ Marc shook his head. ‘Wouldn’t have seen them,’ he explained. ‘I was in hiding when they fell.’ Pandora gave a sigh of irritation. ‘You don’t think…?’ she began, but her voice trailed off, reluctant to continue. ‘They’re dead?’ Marc finished her sentence bluntly. ‘It was a pretty nasty fall.’ Pandora looked up at the cliff that a minute ago had not seemed so horrifying in the slightest, but at Marc’s comment, a sudden pit arose in her stomach, and a sudden fear flashed into her mind. She gulped and turned to Marc. ‘Well, when do we start looking, like?’ he asked. Pandora looked at her feet before raising her head to Marc. She sighed and nodded. ‘The sooner the better,’ she replied. Inside the cave, the tension had not changed, but Bella was now perched over the other side from Philip, her back hunched to him as she rubbed sticks furiously together. Philip was aware that she was trying to create a fire, for heat and light, but he felt in the need of conversation, and so he decided to talk to her. ‘What’re you doing?’ he asked, raising eyebrows as if it were really a tricky question. ‘Making fire,’ Bella said determinedly, her back still facing him, her head not moving its direction in the slightest. Philip nodded; even know his fellow survivor was not looking at him. ‘Need any help?’ he decided to ask. Now, Bella relaxed her arms from thrusting two sticks together, and turned her head to him. ‘It’s okay,’ she said and what followed was a long, disappointed sigh. ‘Really, don’t worry about it.’ Philip nodded, as Bella turned back to her work, and he hopped up onto his feet, and pulled off his shoes, laying them back where he was sat seconds before. He wondered over slowly to the wall of boulders, looking over at Bella several times as he did so, and started shaking at one of them. The sound of it instantly attracted Bella’s attention, and she looked over at him, but said nothing, and returned back to creating a fire. ‘So,’ he said, still trying to pull out a rock from the wall blocking them from the entrance of the cave. ‘Do you like being an airhostess?’ Bella sighed, still not facing him and shrugged her shoulders. ‘Whatever,’ she murmured, and then paused, the only sound audible the scraping of the sticks, and the rummaging of the rocks. ‘So, what do you do?’ she finally asked. ‘Very little,’ he murmured and smiled. Bella didn’t. ‘Well, I’m sort of on leave at the moment, but I usually work at a store.’ Bella raised an eyebrow and smiled, her head now turned to him. ‘Like a supermarket?’ she asked. Philip grinned and shook his head. ‘Oh, no,’ he murmured. ‘More like a hardware store.’ Bella’s mouth moved back to its natural frown and she gave a slight yawn. ‘Interesting,’ she replied. There was more silence as the two of them continued with her work. Looking over his shoulder, Philip saw that Bella was getting nowhere with the sticks and wondered over to help her, bending down beside her as he arrived. Her grabbed onto the sticks, his hands over his. Bella didn’t seem to complain, although if she did, Philip was keen to explain that it was in the least sexual way as possible. He usually went for women who were kind. ‘You’re doing it wrong,’ he explained, and he heard yet another irritated sigh from Bella. He started scraping them together in a different motion. ‘Like this,’ he explained. He stood up and let her do it. ‘How do you know that stuff?’ she asked, her head turned to him again as he walked to the boulders. He sighed and dropped his shoulders, now with his back to hers. ‘I…went to scouts when I was younger,’ he explained. Bella smiled, but as he turned to her, Philip could see that she was trying not to hold in the laughter. ‘My parents made me,’ he explained defensively. ‘They said it would help me.’ Bella snorted and Philip has a small chuckle. ‘Help you with what?’ she asked. ‘Have the piss taken out of you in adult life?’ Philip didn’t laugh, but instead his face looked very sad and he peered down at the floor. ‘No,’ he said. ‘It’s something that…’ ‘You don’t want to talk about, whatever,’ Bella finished with a roll of the eyes. ‘That’s fine.’ ‘Good,’ Philip explained. Bella shrugged and dropped the sticks on the floor. Philip decided to sit down by her, and she seemed rather accepting as he left the boulders and joined her. In fact, he thought she seemed rather delighted. ‘How long do you think we’ll be here for?’ Bella asked. Philip shrugged, but nodded to assure her. ‘Not long,’ he explained. ‘Did anyone else see the cave entering?’ Bella then questioned. Philip nodded thoroughly. ‘Yeah, I’m sure,’ he lied. The truth was that he very much doubted it. ‘Michael!’ cried a voice from outside the cave, and it turned Bella and Philip’s attention. ‘Pandora,’ Bella replied bitterly. ‘God, she’s obsessed with that guy. Doubt she’s even looking for us.’ Philip shrugged, and looked at the boulders, hoping that they would be rescued soon. Outside, seconds after Pandora had called ‘Michael!’, her voice was very happy, after she rushed up to him. He was picking himself up from off the ground, scattered around large rocks that were inches from crushing him. Pandora quickly grabbed his hand and pulled her up. He smiled, but his eyes looked very tired and weak. ‘Hey,’ he murmured, and looked around to find Marc standing behind Pandora. ‘Yo Marc,’ he added, trying to speak in a way Marc would acknowledge. ‘Hi,’ Marc said quietly, looking down on Michael as if he were a corpse risen from the dead. Michael nodded, but continued looking around. ‘Where are the others?’ he asked. ‘You know, Bella and Philip?’ Pandora shrugged and looked around too. ‘I haven’t found them,’ she explained honestly. ‘Do you wanna sit down-Marc and I can search for them whilst you-‘ Michael raised a hand. ‘No, no, I’ll help,’ he explained. ‘Bella!’ he cried, standing up properly, taking his hand away from Pandora’s. ‘Philip?’ Pandora screamed. ‘Um…guys?’ Marc added, a little unconfidently. And the search went on.
- Annelise was sat back on the beach shore, staring out to sea just like that morning. She was desperate to see Philip again, although she was dreading the return in case anything had happened. She didn’t know how big the island was, or how long it would take to search through it, but as far as she knew, they hadn’t taken much water or food with them. She looked around and sighed. Life was more boring and dull on the island then she had anticipated, when she had awoken after the crash. At that time, she had been thinking about the beach, and getting a tan, and maybe even seeing some cool animals, but so far, all she’d done was cried a few times and had minor flashbacks. She sighed, and picked herself up with the help of her crutch. She was now determined to have some adventure on the island-Philip seemed to be having a whale of a time wherever he was right now. Annelise looked around, and decided to head into the jungle. She pondered for a moment, wondering whether it would be safe to do so or not by herself. She came to the conclusion that it probably wasn’t, and turned herself to head back to the ruins, which she could see not too far away. But it was then that she noticed a figure in the trees of the jungle. She peered over at the ruins again, and then shook her head, and decided to head for the jungle. The figure started to run-it was small and nimble as it started heading in and out of the trees. Annelise wasn’t sure if she-on crutches-would be able to catch up. But she had no other choice to take, and she decided to continue hobbling towards the jungle. She arrived at the trees a few seconds after taking off on her little chase, and she looked around after weaving through some. The figure was gone-Annelise couldn’t see it anywhere. She sighed, and plonked herself down on to a fallen tree. Annelise put her arms around him, and they shared a quick kiss tightly, before embracing into a long, passionate eating-of-the-tongues kiss. She closed her eyes, and he did the same. She was careful not to burst out laughing and grinning during it. ‘Ew.’ The two of them broke up. Annelise looked back and saw Philip, her younger brother of sixteen in the doorway with an expression of pure humour on his face. Annelise rolled her eyes, her hands still holding with her boyfriends. ‘Oh, grow up Phil,’ she cried. ‘Just because you can’t get a girl of your own.’ ‘Just because it’s stupid,’ he explained. ‘And sick-why the hell would you want to inject some spit into someone else. Or is that a symbol of love?’ Annelise felt like exploding, and splattering herself all over his smug and stupid face. ‘Did you know this?’ Philip asked. ‘Once you snog someone like that, their saliva stays in your mouth for months?’ Annelise pulled a slightly disgusted face, and Philip laughed. ‘Very funny,’ she murmured. ‘And did you know that if you watch other people make out, you can be labelled a pervert?’ That seemed to shut Philip up. ‘Donna?’ said a voice behind her, and Annelise turned to see a man she vaguely recognized, for she had seen him sitting around the wreckage of the plane. She had never spoken to him, or even been any distance near him, but now that he was behind her, talking to her with a confused look upon his face, she realized that he spoke with an Italian accent, although she didn’t understand what he was saying. ‘I…’ she began, until the voice of someone else slowly followed behind the man, who she did recognized, and who was looking a little cheerier. ‘Luis,’ she said. ‘What are you doing here?’ ‘We’re collecting wood,’ Luis explained. Annelise nodded, and muttered ‘ah’ before continuing. ‘Who’s he?’ Annelise asked, pointing her thumb slightly to the Italian man. ‘His name is James,’ Luis explained. ‘He doesn’t speak English, but Kimia was able to translate.’ Annelise muttered another ‘ah’ and then decided to tell Luis what she had seen. ‘A figure?’ he asked, his eyes looking around. Annelise suspected he was looking for the nearest path to run away from the insane woman standing in front of him, but his eyes rested upon her again after a second. ‘What was it like?’ ‘Short, it seemed slightly unfocused,’ Annelise explained, and then behind her, she saw something that compelled her eyes to open so wide they felt able to tumble from their sockets. ‘There!’ she cried. ‘It’s there!’ And as Luis and Annelise stared at the figure, James took a hint and turned his head too, and the three of them all found themselves looking at a small human sitting, although their details were not viewable from the distance the three of them were. ‘Quickly, after her!’ Luis cried to Annelise in a loud whisper. And with that, as Luis charged off, James followed just behind, and Annelise pulled herself up, clung onto her crutch and slowly hobbled behind. As Luis ran along like a rampant squirrel, the figure seemed to see him charging towards her, and it hopped up from wherever it was sat, before rushing away into the trees. Annelise watched as Luis ran to where it had been sitting moments before, but now it was bare. He looked around, and Annelise watched as he observed everywhere in sight, before turning to her and shrugging, and shaking his head. ‘It’s gone,’ he murmured. ‘What?’ Annelise cried. ‘It just disappeared?’ Luis nodded, as jogged back to her, James following with little sense. ‘Forse dobbiamo rinviare alla spiaggia,’ James said. ‘What?’ Luis asked. Annelise shrugged. ‘I don’t know,’ she explained. ‘But maybe we ought to go back to the beach.’
- ‘They’re dead,’ Michael cried, his fists together tightened, his face looking angry. ‘Don’t say that,’ Pandora hissed in return. Michael shrugged. Marc looked down at the floor, the hood on his jumped pulled over his head. ‘What am I supposed to say?’ Michael hissed. ‘That when we return to the beach, they’ll be there with open arms, and laughing about the whole bloody thing?’ ‘Well…no,’ Pandora confessed. The three of them were trudging back through the jungle, trying to return to the beach, where the plane ruins and all the survivors were. After the incident at the cliff, and a long search for Bella and Philip, they all decided that it was time to return. They planned to continue their journey around the island, but they all knew inside that it was just and island, and nothing else. They also all planned to return to the pile of luggage they had retrieved the following night, so that they could have more supplies for the survivors until rescue arrived. ‘What do we tell the others?’ Michael asked. ‘That they died? Crushed by a cliff?’ ‘We don’t know that,’ Pandora stressed. ‘We couldn’t find them. For all we know, they could be out there in the jungle, or maybe even making their own way back.’ ‘Pfft,’ Michael. ‘They’re probably completely mangled and hidden under boulders. Don’t kid yourself.’ ‘I’m not Michaell!’ Pandora cried. ‘How much does it take you to be on the positive side for once?’ ‘Look, guys,’ Marc said, his hands slouched in his pockets. ‘Chill, okay?’ ‘Oh, don’t you-‘ Pandora began. ‘He’s right,’ Michael interrupted. Pandora turned to him and sighed. ‘We should all just…forget about it.’ ‘But what do we tell the others?’ Pandora rose again. Michael turned to her and shrugged. ‘Whatever you feel is necessary,’ he explained. The three of them were walking side by side as they ducked under another tree. ‘Okay,’ Pandora explained. ‘We’ll label them as ‘missing’.’ Inside the cave, where Philip and Bella were very much alive, the atmosphere had not changed much since they had first been trapped, although it was slightly more welcoming. As far as Philip could see, Bella no longer wanted him dead, or at least that was the vibe he was getting. A fire was now created, and Bella was holding the flaming stick tightly in her hand as she sat beside Philip. They were both silent, staring ahead, with the sound of their breath the only audible noise, except for the occasional sigh. ‘Why is no one coming?’ Bella finally asked. It was the first part of conversation in an hour. ‘They will be,’ Philip assured. ‘I can’t hear anyone outside of the cave anymore,’ Bella protested. ‘They’ve gone back to get help, maybe,’ Philip suggested. There was more silence. ‘What if they’ve just gone back?’ Bella cried. ‘We’ll die of starvation, or thirst. We have no food, no drink, the air is dusty. We can’t survive here.’ Philip had nothing else to say in reply. ‘Philip,’ Bella said, and turned to him and smiled. ‘Thanks.’ Philip shrugged and shook his head. ‘What for?’ he asked. ‘Pushing you off a cliff? Trapping you in a cave? Being a total idiot?’ Bella laughed and shook her head. ‘Just for caring,’ she explained. ‘You did all that because you cared about me-you dragged me into here for my safety.’ ‘I guess so,’ Philip explained. ‘Except for the whole pushing-you-off-the-cliff thing. If anything, that was for your danger.’ ‘Who gives a damn?’ Bella asked. ‘I’m beyond caring. It’s just, if we don’t make it out of here alive-‘ ‘But we-‘ Philip tried to interrupt. ‘If we don’t make it out alive,’ Bella snatched the conversation back to her. ‘Then I just want you to know that I’m grateful.’ ‘Thanks for that then,’ Philip replied with a shrug, and before he knew it, Bella had her arms around him, embracing him. It felt like a friendly hug, instead of a romantic one, so he responded and smiled as he did so, rubbing her back. She pulled away, and sat by her. ‘Maybe I’m just in a corny mood,’ she replied with a sigh. ‘This is so unlike me. It must be the near death experience.’ ‘It’s not a near death experience,’ Philip cried. ‘It’s a…fun trip.’ ‘Well I’m definitely taking in the ‘fun’ part,’ Bella remarked sarcastically. ‘I am actually,’ Philip replied. ‘It’s quite nice, really. Just me and you.’ And that’s when all of sudden, completely unplanned, he took her hand.
- As Annelise returned back to the beach, she saw that she was not the only one: James and Luis were walking way ahead, but she saw three more people emerge from the trees not too far down the beach. Marc Pig, Michael Anthony, and Pandora Netwiss were all striding down, looking around to head towards the wreckage presumably. But what were missing from the group was that other woman on the trip who Annelise had never met, and her very own brother, Philip. She looked at the three of them once more, hoping Philip would turn up with them, but it was just those three, and no one else. Annelise put her arms around him, and they shared a quick kiss tightly, before embracing into a long, passionate eating-of-the-tongues kiss. She closed her eyes, and he did the same. She was careful not to burst out laughing and grinning during it. ‘Ew.’ The two of them broke up. Annelise looked back and saw her boyfriend standing in the doorway, frowning, his eyes wide, his face as pale as a ghost. ‘What are you doing?’ he roared. ‘Kissing…him?’ He turned to the man that Annelise was clutching onto: Philip Jucker, who was now at the age of eighteen. ‘I-‘ ‘I don’t want to know,’ her boyfriend cried. ‘But I don’t want to see you again.’ ‘But-‘ Annelise spat. ‘Piss off,’ Philip cried. Her boyfriend friend, and swore at the two of them before slamming the door shut behind him. Annelise stared at the door, and Philip stared deep into Annelise’s eyes, and cheered her up with another kiss on the lips.
Annelise flew from the flashback as she started to carry herself towards the three of them, who were walking slowly towards the remains of the plane. She hobbled along, her mind ablaze with thoughts and concerns, until she found herself back at the wing of the plane, where the three of them were sitting down on the sand. ‘Where’s Philip?’ she asked. Michael sighed and looked away from her, desperate not to make eye contact. ‘We don’t know,’ he finally said, turning to her. ‘We lost them,’ Pandora explained. ‘A cliff collapsed and they were taken down with it.’ At this Annelise broke down, tears filled her eyes and she plonked herself down on the sandy ground. She put her head in her hands-Philip was dead. She knew it-she could tell that he was gone. And in the cave, Philip and Bella was still sitting, hand in hand, looking around the grotto they were trapped in. Neither were sure what to do about their hands being clutched together, but neither were planning on taking it a step further, and neither of them had any objections. As far as they were aware, they were going to be stuck in the cave for a long time, maybe even until death did them part. Night was rising outside, and although Bella and Philip could not see any glimpse of the sky, they could sense that the day was ending, and evening had come. They could tell that the only thing to do was to go to sleep, and rest their heads, and welcome the next day that passed them. And so they did, hand in hand as they snoozed off, Bella snoring surprisingly loudly. Philip didn’t fall asleep as quickly as she did though. When she was fully in slumber, he pulled his hand from hers, and stood up. His jacket was covering him like a blanket, but now, he pulled it on again. He walked over to the wall of boulders and sighed, trying to peer through, trying to create a glimpse of hope for the day that followed. But for now, the two of them were trapped from the rest of the survivors. They were missing even more then the rest. Bella picked up the phone as she stood nervously in the plane, breathing recycled air, and feeling the rumbling vibration of the aircraft beneath her feet. She spoke a soft word into it, one word to start of the conversation. And then she listened. She listened carefully to what the man on the other line had to say. His voice sounded tense and nervous, but she nodded to everything in agreement, despite the fact he wasn’t quite there to see it. She took a deep breath before replying as he finished talking. ‘Now?’ she asked, unsure, her hands shaking, her whole body ready to collapse within her emotion. ‘Are you...’ she paused. ‘Are you sure?’ The reply was ‘yes’, and she gasped as she took in the information. ‘I…I know I don’t have much say in it,’ she replied. ‘But surely, think about it all, think about the actions.’ There was a reply. ‘I know, I know,’ she said. There was a pause. Bella had been on planes many a times-she was not scared of flying, but she always had a small nervous reaction in the pit of her stomach whenever she felt the true power of take off, or the clash of landing. But now she was feeling true horror-and not just because of planes. She sighed, and flung herself down on the seat, still holding the phone to her ear although no one was saying anything. ‘I guess that’s it,’ she murmured. There was a reply instantly, and she shook her head. ‘But when I get off this flight…’ She did not continue. Instead, she stopped talking, and put the phone away, back where she had taken it. She flunked herself back onto her seat, and quickly put on her seatbelt tightly, before placing her hands on her thighs and taking a long, nervous breath. It was going to be a long day. Then after second thought, she suspected it may not be so long after all.
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Post by s on Sept 10, 2005 18:29:00 GMT -5
Very good, as usual, but PJ/Annelise incest? (Well not really incest...not yet, not as far as I know...but still.) Hmm...I don't know what I think about that...
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Post by A. the Returned on Sept 11, 2005 0:15:02 GMT -5
Very good, as usual, but PJ/Annelise incest? (Well not really incest...not yet, not as far as I know...but still.) Hmm...I don't know what I think about that... I like it. Also. Of course I am. Great story George, I'm really liking it.
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Post by Charles Vane on Sept 11, 2005 0:26:23 GMT -5
Very good, as usual, but PJ/Annelise incest? (Well not really incest...not yet, not as far as I know...but still.) Hmm...I don't know what I think about that... Sigh if it makes you feel somewhat better thats what happens in the show, Dupin didn't think "hey incest! what a brillant idea!" Though it worked very well in the show, I like Shannon and Boone together. It worked well here too, nice chapter. And if I'm who think I am and Akbar is who I think he is then I don't like Akbar very much. *hiss* Anyway I love this, I think I'm going to say that all the time. And someone wanted it shorter? The longer the better.
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