dr. jack (drjack) wrote in notebookthreads, @ 2015-05-13 15:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 40 points, ! complete, ! intro, ! open, jack shephard, peter quill |
Who: Jack Shephard & OTA
When: Wednesday May 13, mid-morning
Where: At the sign
What: Jack's arrival
Rating: Teenish
Warnings: Language likely, but mostly it should be rather tame.
Status: Open/Complete
Sweat slicked his skin, causing dark spots to appear on the fabric of his shirt which started to stick to his skin. That was nothing new, it was an everyday occurrence on the island. The hike was going to be a long one, Jack was ready to get started, though he was concerned about those on the beach.
The Others were coming sooner than they'd been told. Jack wouldn't admit it, but part of him wondered if Juliette had really known about Ben's plan. He was inclined to give her the benefit of the doubt since she'd looked just as surprised as the rest of them when they'd gotten the news. They'd paused for a few moments to get everyone together, and Jack stood there adjusting the straps on his backpack to wear it more comfortably.
Letting out a long breath, Jack closed his eyes for only a handful of moments, letting the smell of the ocean and the light breeze off the water cool his skin. A line appeared between his brows as the oppressive humidity was gone, replaced by harsh sunlight which he could detect even with his eyes closed.
Jack opened his eyes, and did a full 360. Gone was the island, gone was the chatter of voices from people he knew. Jack placed his hands on top of his head, confused out of his mind. How? What the hell had Ben done this time? There was a sound to his left, and he turned quickly, seeing the screen of the mobile device lit up with a message displayed.
He moved over to it, picking it up to read it over. "Test City?" That sounded stranger than Dharma to him in that moment. Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, Jack reached to the small of his back, cursing as he realized he didn't have a gun on him. Instead he held up his hands in a surrendering gesture, "Excuse me!" He called out to the person, "Where am I and what the hell is going on?" He had to get his people off the island, they had to get back home.