From the corner of her eye she saw that Aj and Yeager were already making their way to where she and the strange man were waiting. And silently she prayed that someone would have some answers soon.
< Tag: Jin, Aj and Yeager >
The air from inside the hatch smelled of death. Not of fresh death, but the kind of musty decay that comes when no memories remain and names have been forgotten. When no one is left to care, and all that's left is the dry dust of old bones. Old death.
Not really a good sign.
Jack could see no end to the darkness and no way of getting down to it to find the end. There was a ladder, but it had long since rusted and snapped off just a few rungs down. Useless.
He glanced over his shoulder at Hurley, who's chubby face had gone near white in his panic. 'The numbers are bad...' What numbers? What in God's name had be been talking about?
Jack shared a brief glance with Kate before turning back to Locke. He could barely stand to even look at the man anymore...Boone was a sacrifice the island demanded kept playing through his mind, over and over again, leaving a wave of quiet fury in its wake. But for now, he'd have to swallow the anger, bitter and bloody though it was.
"Any suggestions?" Jack asked tonelessly, turning his gaze back to the dark, yawning obstacle that laid before them.
Jin wasn't sure how much longer he could do this. Fighting the current, fighting to keep his and Sawyer's heads above water, desperately searching for some sign of land. Just land, anywhere, anything but the eerie, pitch black ocean water.
He'd failed Sun. The raft was destroyed, Michael was nowhere to be found, Walt was taken. And Sawyer was barely holding on to consciousness. He wouldn't let himself fail Sawyer too. He wouldn't.
...Was that a camp fire in the distance? They couldn't possibly have found them...could they?
No, it wasn't the beach that the place crash survivors had camped on. It was different, a smaller stretch of beach fortressed by rocky cliffs on either side. But if he looked closely--and listened very carefully--he see people gathered around a large fire.
It could have been the ones that took Walt. But Jin knew he didn't have the strength to swim anymore. So it would have to do.
Deliberately he changed his course, adjusting his hold on Sawyer so that he was pulling him towards the distance glow. "I see something," he explained, even though he knew Sawyer couldn't understand him.
Sawyer, however, even in his half-coherent state, could see the same thing and appeared to get the idea of what Jin was saying. "Don't need...a translator...fer that, Bruce." he gasped. "I know 'land ho' when I...hear it." Damn it, his shoulder burned...and his head felt funny...
"Land...ho?" Jin parroted back brokenly through harsh breathing. He could hear the voices even more clearly now...predominantly high and female. The ones on the boat, that had taken Walt, had all been male...not that that meant anything.
Sawyer frowned, voices touching his ears. "Either I'm hearin' what Saint Peter's got in store...or we're even less alone on this hellhole island than we thought, Bruce." he grunted. Those were voices...and female...and Sawyer was willing to bet that, based on the life HE'D led, they weren't angels.
TAG: Tail Section Survivors
The only canons we're waiting to have filled are Hurley and Sayid.
Michael and Walt are also still available, but as their fates still hang in the balance, they are not crucial to starting.
If anyone would like to play these characters, just audition.