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Post by Jack on Nov 2, 2006 13:11:03 GMT -5
that's not exactly what i asked for but you did put a lot of effort into it AND you did put a rp sample in there, so welcome Boone!! ;D
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Danielle
Survivor
Not all who wander are Lost
Posts: 6
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Post by Danielle on Nov 4, 2006 18:24:00 GMT -5
Can I be the French Chick? If yes, then I'll post her bio after I do some research on the character.
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Post by Claire on Nov 5, 2006 4:24:27 GMT -5
Yes, I'm sure you can be Danielle Go ahead and post a sample here when you're ready and one of us will approve it.
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Post by Jack on Nov 5, 2006 8:40:59 GMT -5
hooray we're going to have a danielle! ;D
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Danielle
Survivor
Not all who wander are Lost
Posts: 6
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Post by Danielle on Nov 6, 2006 4:42:41 GMT -5
Here's my audition for Danielle Rousseau
The storm was getting worse. Danielle tied herself to the safetyline and hooked it to one of the masts. She watched as the other crew members were doing the same. She struggled to take down the stubborn jib as the waves poured over the top of the bow, and the boat struggled to climb the towering waves only to get slammed down the other side. Danielle was too frightened to be sick though others found their sickness overwhelming their fears. Danielle's husband, seeing her struggle forced his way through the wind and rain to help her take down the sail. "What's happening with our instruments?" She shouted to him, trying to make herself heard over the storm."
"Nothing's working correctly!" He yelled back. "We don't know where we are, nor where we are going, all we know is the signal is still being sent." In spite of their rain gear they were soon thoroughly soaked before they had the last line tied off and the jib tucked away." Grabbing his wife's hand, Robert led her below deck. Others were there as well having taking care of their own responsibilities, only the captain was left on deck fighting with the wheel.
"The ship can't take much more of this," Danielle said softly half to herself. She sought solace in her husbands arms, and she tucked her face into his neck. He put both hands over her face and gently raised it up so he could look into her eyes. "A kiss for luck.", he said with a wink as his lips pressed hers warmly. "Our journey is not yet over, we may yet ride the storm out." He said for reassurance. Still wrapped in her husband's arm, Danielle looked at the other members of the crew. Her own fear looked back at her through their eyes. "Robert," she whispered . "What about the baby."
He was about to reply when an ominous crack was heard, then a crash as the mast toppled over. The ship began to break apart for they had hit a rock. Water began to pour into the ship. The crew members screamed in panic and rushed for the ladder leading to the deck. After much shoving and fighting two of the crew members made it to the top before water swept the others away. Danielle struggled to hold onto Robert, but the current snatched her away from him. She was pulled through an opening in the bulwark. Spinning upside, with her mouth full of seawater. she flailed around uselessly while her lungs cried for air. She focused on the sunlight and began swam steadily upwards. When her head broke through the surface she coughed and sputtered and drew huge gulps of air while treading water.
Looking around she could see pieces of wood floating around her, and behind her huge portions of the ship lay against the rocks, already half sunk beneath the frothy waves. Soon other heads bobbed up around her including Robert's. The waves buffeted the crew members toward show, and they swam the rest of the way to the sandy beach. Crawling up past the water line, Danielle, collapsed on the sand as huge painful spasms racked her body. She clutched her pregnant belly, crying out, "Robert!". He was by her side the next instant holding her hand on his lap. "Try to relax." He cautioned its too early." Teary eyed, Danielle tryed to comply by taking some deep breaths and relaxing into her husband's lap. She closed her eyes and fell into an exhausted sleep on the sun warmed sand while Robert held her protectively. The other crew members began gathering the flotsam and jetsam and grabbing anything from the wreckage that might prove useful. They had no idea where they were.
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Post by Jack on Nov 6, 2006 11:10:06 GMT -5
i think that's the best audition we've had! well done! and welcome to the site! ;D
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Post by Sawyer on Nov 7, 2006 3:04:09 GMT -5
I checked to see what characters were available. Sawere's at the top of the list. But a Sawyer has been accepted previously..If The character is available, I'll get an audition up..If not..Darn.
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Post by Claire on Nov 7, 2006 13:40:09 GMT -5
Our previous Sawyer did not register so he eventually left so Sawyer's free! Post an interview here please and one of the mods/admin will approve you p.s. welcome to the site!
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Post by Jack on Nov 7, 2006 13:58:47 GMT -5
sorry about having to always come post hre, but we'll have a sawyer! p.s when you register we have a thread that Sawyer is in, it's in the hatch called "doctors shift" ;D
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Post by Sawyer on Nov 7, 2006 20:05:14 GMT -5
"Ow! What the hell?"
Sawyer cursed as a sharp pain tore through the sole of his right foot. He'd been walking down the beach, shirtless and shoeless, tring to walk off a few stiff muscles. Apparently though, he wasn't ment to have a joyful morning. The sun was rising behind him, but that of course didn't help the southern gentleman cope any better with the pain in his foot.
He plopped down backwards into the sand, grabbing his foot with two hands and pulling it into his view. It was then that he caught sight of what was causing the searing pain in his foot..A piece of glass. A sharktooth-shaped shard had gotten stuch right behind his big middle toe on the foot, and Sawyer grimaced and grunted as he pulled it out. He angrily threw the bloody shard into the shallow ocean in front of him.
Now, he was in a predicament. He couldn't hop one-footed down the beach, he'd look like a damned idiot. Walking would probably just get sand in his wound, and that would be a pretty bad deal. It'd hurt like hell. So the question now was..Does he forsake his dignity or take the pain like a man?
Of course, sawyer chose the latter. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and did his best to tie it around his wound, and he stood up shakily. His face contorted slightly from the pain, but he turned that pain into a smile and casually strolled back towards his tent.
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Post by Jack on Nov 8, 2006 10:58:40 GMT -5
well done! you are now Sawyer! welcome to the site and have fun!
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Post by Hugo "Hurley" Reyes on Nov 10, 2006 19:24:21 GMT -5
Sometimes, when people are under a lot of pressure, they can do crazy things.Some would say that a plane crash was that exact kind of pressure. But Hugo Reyes, or Hurley as he preferred to be known by, had breezed through that particular experience. Well as much as someone his size, in an event that size, could breeze through. A few explosions, a few scratches, a few bruises, but he maintained from the word go a relatively cheery disposition. He was alive, and that was what really mattered, right?
So how was it that someone seemingly strong enough to deal with a plane crash (which he often liked to consider his own personal fault, as a result of his connection with the numbers) without any change to his general joviality, was on the verge of cracking completely because of a Twinkie? As Hurley sat in the hatch, seemingly staring down the numerous boxes of everything from carrots to chocolate, he could only but panic. Dude this is not cool. he thought. Was there actually a hint of of anxiety in the tone of the voice of his thoughts? Oh, so not cool.
Why was he expected to divide all this fairly? Hurley couldn't help wondering why the task had befallen him. He had a sneaky suspicion that it was because he was "the big guy" and that he should get first share, or perhaps would know the most about food. Well they could shove that... Not that he didn't love his fellow survivors. They were all so .... great. Jack, the caring gentle,doctor, a good guy if a slightly emotional wreck. And Claire, she was so sweet and funny, you could barely help but like her. And Charlie of course, his best "mate" on the island. They looked funny together, very much a case of little and large, but they had hit it off pretty quickly.
And now, Hurley thought, this food is gonna ruin all that. There was a hint of bitterness to that. But it was true. This food.... it was gonna make everyone hate him. Sure they were all "Oh there's Hurley, that crazy cat" right now, but once the food was divided, it didn't matter how evenly, everyone would start complaining to him that someone else got something more, or better or..or.......something anyway. How could he divide the food evenly? It wasn't like he knew how much a tin of peas was worth against a box or crackers. It was so ridiculous. If only there was a way he could just, get rid of it all.........
It was a can of liver that started the idea rolling in my head. Gruesomely enough it reminded him of one of the less fortunate survivors on the island. One Leslie Artz. Well that was so simple, he was surprised he hadn't thought of it in the first place. Now all he had to do was get his hands on that dynamite. Let's see them fight over the food when it's been blown to kingdom come.
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Post by Claire on Nov 11, 2006 5:35:40 GMT -5
*gasps* That was excellent! You get the part ;D Welcome!
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Post by Kate on Nov 11, 2006 7:24:15 GMT -5
Wa-Hey a Hurley. Dude! ;D
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Post by Jack on Dec 10, 2006 6:06:30 GMT -5
well Hurley hasn't posted in about a month so i have put his character up for grabs again.
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