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Jun 04, 2008 18:41

One of the last things that Adam remembered before waking up on the island, other than Fiona and the snakes, was Ros screaming his name. She'd wanted him to come back, but he wound up somewhere else entirely instead. Sometimes, if he fell into a deep sleep in his clothes, which he did, from time to time, he'd have dark dreams, and, all the time, ( Read more... )

ayla, sarah carter, adam carter, angela montenegro, hana gitelman, wyatt cain, coraline jones

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heartliketin June 4 2008, 18:32:25 UTC
Cain knew the look. At first when he saw him, he couldn't help wondering if maybe that meant Coraline was missing again, but he figured the other man would've come and got him, just like the last time. Wearing his hat low, Cain kept walking in the direction of Adam, giving him a nod in greeting and waiting for a briefing on the situation.

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beentodamascus June 4 2008, 19:25:22 UTC
When Adam saw Cain, he nodded curtly. There was a muscle ticking in his cheek. He needed to relax. He needed to get some tension out. He needed to punch something. The look on Cain's face was a dark one, and Adam knew what that meant.

"She's fine," he said, preempting the problem, addressing it head-on. "Coraline. She's fine."

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heartliketin June 4 2008, 19:27:10 UTC
Cain felt his body release tension from his shoulders that he'd been holding, a lot more lately since he'd taken to looking out for people in an unpredictable place. "Hope you don't mind me saying," Cain started evenly, "but you don't look exactly pleased. What's going on?"

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beentodamascus June 4 2008, 19:52:40 UTC
Something in Adam, some proud part of him did mind Cain asking, but that was what people did and, if Adam and Cain weren't exactly friendly, then they definately had a mutual charge. Which permitted them to be wary for each other, he supposed.

"Coraline's fine, but that doesn't mean that everyone is. Ros is gone."

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cavelion_totem June 4 2008, 20:44:32 UTC
It was a wise idea, these wooden paths. Ayla had watched from the jungle as the men had laid the flat pieces of wood--boards--and pounded them into place. The Others walked along them instead of in the dirt. Although the woman was used to walking over rocks, twigs, and dirt, she had to concede that it was a much easier way to travel around this island.

She saw the man coming toward her and he had not seemed to see her. Ayla stepped off the path, yielding the way for him and stood still with her eyes lowered. She had grown accustomed to the way people here dressed. It seemed there were so many customs regarding dress and speech. Try as she might, it was difficult to overcome her upbringing and she was more cumfortable wearing her leather wrap about her waist and the strap of suede across her chest since it was required to conform and not breach any taboo.

Ayla waited quietly for him to pass by so she could continue on her way.

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beentodamascus June 4 2008, 21:08:46 UTC
Although he appeared wrapped up in his own head, he noticed her from way down the path. If he'd stopped noticing things like that, he'd fallen way too far from London for his liking. The way she stepped to the side and made room for him was strange enough that he came to a halt, just short of her.

"Good afternoon."

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cavelion_totem June 4 2008, 21:28:53 UTC
"Good afternoon," she replied. She could still hear how she did not say the words properly and no amount of practice seemed to help her to remove the strange accent.

She hadn't truly expected him to acknowledge her, a mere woman carrying on with her tasks. She looked up briefly then droppedher gaze again. This idea of absolute directness between men and women was something she could do, however, it made her uncomfortable. She felt more comfortable in the ways of her own people.

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beentodamascus June 4 2008, 22:13:33 UTC
She looked uncomfortable, skittish, and she reminded him a little of Sarah, in the way that she was watchful. He took a step back from her, and held up both of his hands in a passive, apologetic pose.

"I'm sorry if I startled you."

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curiously_cora June 4 2008, 20:57:11 UTC
Coraline sat in her school uniform (grey blouse, grey cardigan, grey skirt, black shoes) and waited for Adam and her lunch. Twisting her hair around her finger miserably as she waited for him, Coraline sighed deeply. Crossing her arms, she brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly. It wasn't his fault, she hadn't really expected him to remember her forever. It was just harder when they forgot about her.

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beentodamascus June 4 2008, 21:10:52 UTC
Coraline didn't look happy. Adam knew her well enough to know that from the way that she was sitting, before he could even make out her face. He jogged, closing the space between them.

"What's the matter with you?"

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curiously_cora June 4 2008, 21:31:55 UTC
If he didn't know then she wasn't going to tell him.

"Nothing," Coraline said stubbornly, looking at him with pursed lips. "Did you bring lunch?"

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beentodamascus June 4 2008, 22:15:27 UTC
"I'm on my way to fetch lunch," pointed out Adam. "You're out early. And don't take that tone with me, Coraline."

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wireless10 June 4 2008, 21:39:58 UTC
Hana swept her hair out of her face as she headed away from the compound. Now there was a familiar face walking up the path toward her. Well, semi-familiar walking toward the compound anyway. She hesitated briefly at the sight.

"Are you all right?"

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beentodamascus June 4 2008, 22:16:51 UTC
For a moment, he fished for her name and came up blank, but then he had it. Hana. And she was a Spook too.

"Hello, Hana." He gave her his warmest smile, though it didn't go anywhere near blue eyes. "I'm fine."

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wireless10 June 4 2008, 22:52:52 UTC
Noting the smile, she offered one of her own, though not really any warmer than his. Hana raised an eyebrow at his obvious lie. "Peter, right? Are you sure? You look a little--" Upset? Distressed? "--pale."

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beentodamascus June 4 2008, 23:07:07 UTC
"Adam," he corrected, wincing just a little. "Peter was a cover." Maybe Hana would understand about that better than most. "Adam Carter."

A muscle in his jaw tightened, and he shook his head.

"I lost a friend."

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thedescent_into June 4 2008, 22:59:08 UTC
"Adam," she says from where she sits perched on a tree stump just off the path. She's been walking all day. Even Sarah has to rest now and then.

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beentodamascus June 4 2008, 23:16:38 UTC
"Sarah." She's one of the few people on the island (one of two, maybe) that Adam wouldn't hide from. Wouldn't hide how he was feeling from. A muscle in his jaw ticked and he rubbed his hand back through his hair.

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thedescent_into June 4 2008, 23:30:15 UTC
"What's happened?" she asks, rising from her seat. She doesn't need to ask if he's alright, the answer's obvious.

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beentodamascus June 4 2008, 23:56:20 UTC
"Ros is gone." He wiped one hand across his mouth and looked up at her. "Ros is gone, and I'm tired of looking."

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