Day One

Sliver bubbles... Enveloping dark warmth... Whitenoise and a flash of white pain... Screams bursting like sliver bubbles... (There he is....) White noise turns to red... and the red becomes (so close I could touch...) be..comes...
((Tony surfaces, surf washing,drowing, limbs like sodden lead, yet still she moves.)) Where is he the angel?... Blackness... sinking... so easy...((She is so close but her limbs wont carry her. The shock has numdefd the will to struggle.)) So light... I'm flying... a LIGHT in the darkness... (( Arms wrap themselves around her and lift her up. She is rescued.))

[theman1]

As he wiped his eyes clear from waking up, he felt a seering pain in the back of his head. He reached back and realized that he was bleeding. Standing up, and almost falling over from being dizzy, he tried to see where he was. Only seeing one lifeless body, he walked closer to see who it was. Turning the body over he saw his good friend Landon. Immediatly he fell to his knees and started to cry for his life long pal.

After mourning the death of his friend for what seemed like hours, he set out to find other survivors. As he walked through the many trees he thought that he could see someone. He ran toward this personage but as he got closer he realized it was just a hallucination.
"Probably from the bump on the back of my head." he said to the swaying trees. He needed someone or something to talk to. Then he continued his search for other people.

((sorry didn't pay attention to important things.))

[rock god]

Travis wakes up, in the forest. He doesn’t know how he got there or what the hell has just happened.
Is this a dream?
He got up, looking at the tropical terrain around him. He sits down to a near log around the trees, trying to remain calm.

*Travis arrives in the airport, looking around cautious on trying not to be seen. Without paying too much attention, he bumps into a person.. “I’m very sorry!” Travis replied very quickly.
“That’s ok… What’s your name?” the man replied.
“Travis.” Saying very nervously.
“Are you ok Travis? Oh I’m sorry, my name is Matt. Is everything all right?”*

Without holding anything back. Travis head into the forest, looking for help.

[losty09]

((No one is to late to join in anone can just by posting from day one. Its great to have more characters.))

[RB_Secret_Friend]

"Yes sir" is all he said. As the bigger man left, he prepared hisself for the long journey ahead of him. He didn't feel much. He only wanted to go but had to wait for the final OK. He tried not to think about his job, but there was nothing else on this island. Nothing at all.

He grabbed some food and put on his dirty clothes. He just hoped that everything would go smoothly.

With people and bodies and death everywhere, she could do nothing but cry. She sat on the beach with all of this debris and people screaming, some trying to help, and others were simply confused with what had all happened. But right now, she felt all alone. nobody anywhere, and yet people everywhere. She felt completely solitaire, and felt like she could do nothing but cry.

She still remembers the call from the airport.
:Flashback:
"Yeah, I will be home really soon. I can't wait to see you mom. It has been so long since I left. I can't wait to get home and see you and dad and Bill. ......... Of course mom. .... Alright, I will see you soon. I love you mom. Bye."

And now she sits on the beach, with chaos all around her, crying.

[Sawyer23]

Day ONE
The Tail was torn from the plane. Crash looked back and saw the sky. He was in the front third of the plane. Suddenly, his portion of the plane broke off from the fuselage and landed in a jungle. The nose of the plane was held up by the trees. Crash was almost in the dirt. He unbuckled his seat belt and fell out into the dirt. Suddenly, someone ran over to him. He wore a button-up shirt. Was it flannel? Maybe cotton? He had dark hair. Was it brown or black? Crash couldn’t tell; his vision was fading. Then he blacked out.
“I’m being what?” Crash asked his boss.
“Transferred. It’s nothing personal, it’s just that your new boss in LA, Mr. Fernandez needs someone with your talents,” Mr. Littleton, his boss, said. “However, you won’t be at the position you are here. Unfortunately, you’ll be working under Mr. Humes in the same department.”
“Nothing personal?” Crash shouted.
“Where did you find him, Ethan?” someone asked him.
“I was heading to the fuselage and I found him in the front section wreckage, in the middle of the jungle,” another voice said. “What will you do with him, Ben?”
“From the research I’ve done, he’s one of the good ones,” the first voice, Ben, replied. “Now, you must get to the fuselage before they get suspicious.” Crash’s vision was coming back. The same dark haired man that had found him was walking away. Suddenly, Crash passed out again. When he awoke, a person, with graying hair, was sitting by his hospital bed. Hospital bed? Hadn’t he woken up in the jungle after the crash? Had rescue already come? “Hello, Crash.”
“Who are you? How do you know my name?” Crash asked.
“Don’t lie to me, Crash. We both know that ‘Crash’ isn’t really your name,” Ben chuckled. “As for your other question, my name is Benjamin Linus. I know your ‘name’ because we did some research. However, in all the research we did, we couldn’t find your real name.”
“I erased all record of my name when I was only ten years old,” Crash replied.
“Which is when your parents died and you were put in an orphanage?” Ben asked.
“Yes,” Crash growled.
“And when you were twelve, you got in a big fight with the resident bully and then they decided to put you in a foster home. None of the foster parents would take proper care of you so they had to keep moving you until you turned eighteen at which time you got a job, which, incidentally, frequently transferred you. In fact, your reason for being on the plane was that you were being transferred to Los Angeles.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Don’t worry. We won’t hurt you.”
“We?”
“There are many of us here. We want you to join us. You will be much better off than those that were in the plane with you.”
“Okay,” Crash replied. “I’ll bite. What’s the catch?”
“There is no catch,” Ben answered. “That is, there is no catch, unless you count ‘having a real home and never having to move’ a catch.”
“A home?” Crash repeated.
“When I was transferred to Sydney, I was told that I would be working here until I was thirty!” Crash yelled.
“No, Mr. Silverman, you were promised when you got this job, that you would work for our company at least until you were thirty,” Mr. Littleton corrected him.
“But Mr. Heatherton said that I wouldn’t be transferred after I was moved to Australia!”
“Well, Mr. Heatherton has no control over where you work.”
“I have been transferred eight times since I was hired,” Crash yelled. “I was employed in Toronto, transferred to Miami, then I was sent to Paris, then to New York, and then to Rome. I was delighted to return to Canada when I was transferred to Edmonton, but two months after that I was transferred to Knoxville, Tennessee. Then I was sent to London, where Mr. Heatherton ended up sending me here!”
“Mr. Silverman, you had better calm down or you won’t have a job to transfer you!” Mr. Littleton shouted. “However, since I wasn’t informed of Mr. Heatherton’s promise until after I had told Mr. Fernandez that you were joining them, I decided to pay for your flight. It leaves in two days. Oceanic Flight 815.”“I’d love to join you,” Crash replied to Ben.
“You’ll stay in Ethan’s house. He won’t need it for a while,” Ben answered. “I know you won’t have all of your old possessions, but until Ethan’s mission is over, you can consider the home, and the items in it, your own.” He glanced at an analog clock on the wall. It read 8:42. “It’s getting late. I’d better show you where you’ll be staying.” Ben helped Crash out of the bed and out the door. “There are some clothes for you in Ethan’s house. You should be about his size.” If Crash hadn’t known better, he’d think he was in the suburbs. Ben showed him to one of the houses and led him inside. “This will be your home for now. That is, until we can build you your own house on the island.”

[archer16]

All of a sudden Charlotte felt warm and wet. What was going on? She tried to open her eyes but they felt like they were stuck, glued together. After a few more moments of struggle she opened them and was blinded by the brillant sunlight streaming down from the sky. Where was she? Was she dreaming? She must be, the last thing she remembered was being on the plance, laying her head on Tom's shoulder, him taking her hand and saying he loved her. She had to be dreaming. What else could explain the blue sky above her now and the soft, gritty surface below her? She tried to sit, unsuccessful on the first attempt, feeling a hot searing pain in her right side as well as a general nauseous feeling. Slowly she worked her way into a sitting position and began to look around her. There were people everywhere. Somewhere lying in the sand like she had been, others were pulling...what?...were they bodies from the sea?...still others were gathered in small groups looking terrified and lost. She still didn't comprehend what was happening. How did she end up on the beach? Where was Tom? They weren't on their honeymoon already? She didn't even remember landing. Still, that had to be it, why else was she here? Charlotte decided to look for Tom, he had to be around here somewhere...he wouldn't just leave her. She pulled her legs underneath her, fighting the throbbing in her head and the urge to be sick. She managed to get half way up and then suddenly felt dizzy, like everything was spinning. She collapsed saying only, "Tom..." before the darkness hit her.

[Nicky]

A faint roaring noise and back pain woke Nicky up. He slowly opened his eyes. Trees...
He lay there for a few minutes waiting for the pain in his back to go away, when it became clear that it wasn't going to he sat up slowly and looked around. He appeared to be in a forest. The noise came from somewhere to his left. Getting slowly to his feet he reached out and held on to a nearby log. How did he get here? He was sure that a crashing plane would leave more than just a slightly painful back.
He walked unsteadily towards the source of the noise. It turned out to be a waterfall. He stood and looked down at the pool beneath him and wondered again where he was. He sat and hung his legs over the edge of the small cliff and stared out into the trees.

[madlostfan]

Her eyes fluttered open slowly, allowing herself to adjust to the world around her. She looked around slowly, only seeing endless trees. As she forced herself to stand up, she remembered the plane and realised the terrible event that must have occured. Her head spun and before she could stop herself she found herself hurling. Once done, she brushed her hair back from her face and tried as best she could to clean herself. She needed to get off the island. She needed to be rescued from... wherever she was. She slowly walked through the trees. The silence slowly became diluted as the trees thinned and she heard the screams. As she saw the beech she stopped and stared for a moment at the chaos around her. She stood there for a long moment before sitting down where she stood, so she could see everyone, but was shaded by the trees.

She looked down at her average sized legs and saw the cuts and bruises already forming. She blinked before looking up at the ocean and staring out and away.