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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-03-21 00:35:00

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!complete, day 01, george lass, location: barn, shannon rutherford

Day One - Morning
Who: Shannon Rutherford & George Lass
What: Shannon and George wake up in the woods (Arrival)
When: 9:30am
Where: Forest/Barn
Rating: R (language; lots of f-bombs between these two chicks lol)
Status: Complete

"Oh, my God..." Shannon mumbled, rubbing her forehead. When did it start raining? And how long had she been knocked out, anyway? "Stupid dog," she added in a thick voice she barely recognized as her own.

"Sayid?" she tried to yell, but it only came out as a raspy choked word, nearly stuck in her throat. He wouldn't have just left her there, would he? Or maybe he was out of hearing range and still trying to chase Vincent. Jesus, one person asked her to do one thing and she screwed it up. Boone was looking down (or up, she supposed) and laughing his fucking ass off, probably, little prick.

...it still hurt to think about him, so she pushed it away and sat up slowly, looking around. She felt totally out of it and wondered if she had a concussion or something. She'd have to find Jack and have him look her over, maybe, to make sure she was all right. She scanned the surroundings.

Time out. This wasn't the jungle at all... At least, not the part of the jungle she'd been in. ...oh shit...

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ballerinadreams
2009-03-21 01:42 pm UTC (link)

The falsity in the cheerfulness that George's voice displayed was beyond apparent to Shannon, but she chose to ignore it. If George wanted to feel hopeless and shitty, so be it, but Shannon was going to be hopeful and shitty. No amount of fake happiness was going to change that.

Her sneakers sunk into the mud, making horribly disgusting suctioning sounds with every step.

There looked to be a clearing of some kind ahead and Shannon was glad, because it meant that just maybe the two of them were making some kind of progress. Anyway, the sooner she could get away from George, the better. Clearly, their personalities clashed.

The closer they got, though, the more Shannon's heart sunk. "Oh, you've got to be shitting me...is that glass?!" she asked, breaking away from George and pushing her way through the denser brush until she'd gotten past the tree line. It was glass. A giant, ridiculously tall and long pane of glass. "Shit..."

Shannon pressed her hands against the glass and leaned forward, trying to extend her peripheral by using the reflection off the glass. She closed her eyes and rested her head against it, almost not taking notice anymore of the rain. "It's like at the friggen zoo or something..."

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notgivingashit
2009-03-21 01:56 pm UTC (link)

George stood just behind Shannon, with her jaw on the floor and an incredulous expression on her face. Glass, being locked inside what seemed like a glass fence, was the last thing she expected.

"Oh what the fuuuuck?!" George yelped furiously, pacing around the same spot as Shannon did whatever she was doing near the glass. This was beginning to get scary, really scary and George disliked total loss of control a great deal. "We need to go the other way. I want some fucking answers." She told Shannon, still visibly furious, but now choosing the passive-aggressive side of anger.

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ballerinadreams
2009-03-21 02:12 pm UTC (link)

Shannon stepped back from the glass and put a hand to her forehead. "This is the Others. I know it. Only someone sick would do something like this and if it's the Others, we're fucked, George, I hate to be the bearer of bad news," she said dully.

"In fact," she went on, punching the glass only to pull her hand away, shaking it as it smarted with pain. "The last time they took someone from camp, it was a pregnant girl and they gave her amnesia, so...if they can do that to a pregnant girl, we're really screwed," she added, setting her jaw and pushing past George, heading back in the other direction.

"Come and get me, then, you fuckers!" she screamed into the forest. "I'm right here! And I'm apparently not going anywhere, so come on! Bring it the fuck on, you creepy sons of bitches!"

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notgivingashit
2009-03-21 03:02 pm UTC (link)

And now Shannon had stopped making sense. Or maybe she was actually right on the money with what she was saying, and knew more than it had seemed at first.

"Who the fuck are the others? Other what?" George asked anyway, skepticism all over her voice. She flinched when Shannon punched the glass. Smart move, too. George was about to speak, but then Shannon went slightly - a lot - crazy and started screaming at nowhere for someone to come and get her.

"Alright, calm down. You're not helping by screaming your lungs out, and if you know something then you better calm the fuck down and tell me all about it." George asked, commanded with a firm voice.

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ballerinadreams
2009-03-21 03:31 pm UTC (link)

"The Others," Shannon insisted, turning to look at George, glaring. "They're just the Others. The other residents on Craphole Island," she said with a dismissive wave of one hand and a snotty expression of disinterest. "We don't know who they are, we just know they're bad."

Shannon walked a little further through the trees and then hissed an irritated "SHHHHHHut up!" at George as she tried to listen for their whispers. She'd heard that if one was deep enough in the jungle, they could hear the Others whispering. She'd never heard it herself, but she was fast learning that she should expect the unexpected.

But there was nothing. "Oh, come the fuck on, you assholes. Ha ha, you caught the pretty blond girls, you want a goddamn medal?!" she snapped, peeking around trees and continuing to walk away from George. "I'm sure you'll be disappointed to note that neither of us is fat or pregnant so we're gonna put up a fight!" she called out.

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	notgivingashit 2009-03-21 03:41 pm UTC (link)
	George glared right back, snorting. Awful lot of attitude, which George didn't handle all that well. Plus, she sounded absolutely fucking nuts right now. She stopped, shaking her head. "What are you, the fucking trees whisperer? Get a fucking grip, lady!" George snapped, making no effort at all to follow cuckoo's nest any longer. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ballerinadreams
2009-03-21 03:47 pm UTC (link)

"Fuck off, you don't know what the hell I do!" Shannon snapped and was immediately reminded of her fight with Boone when he'd called her useless for sitting and crying as she stared at the corpse of the man who had saved their lives by refusing to let them have their first class seats.

"You know what? You're on your own. You don't believe me? That's just fine. Good luck," she said, stalking off. "I can take care of myself anyway," she grumbled angrily under her breath as she grabbed at trees to keep her balance, slipping and sliding in the mud as she tried to storm off.

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