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[Amelia]

It had only been a couple of days since her plan had drashed just off the shore of the island. Amelia had only found one other person since she had been here. She could only hope that the others from the plan had survived and were able to make it out of the wreckage okay. It pained her to know just how many others were dead while she was alive. Though she had no idea where they actually were.

Amelia was able to salvage what she could from the wreck and make a little shelter for her and Sayid. He seemed to be a decent guy, but because she didn't know him and is in a strange place she could barely sleep at night. She wouldn't fall asleep until just about dawn, and then the heat in the middle of the day just made it impossible for her to even take a nap.

Today she thought that she would occupy her mind by just adventuring off in to the jungle to see what else she could find. Beyond the dense jungle of the island there was a wide meadow. Nothing could be seen under the long grass. She dare not venture into it for fear of some kind of lion or carnivore that would be in it.

It had to be one of the most beautiful places that she had ever seen since she got here. The grass and trees were full of wild flowers. The grass was not even bent in anyway shape or form from what she could see. It flowed effortlessly through the wind. Amelia looked out over the plain and let out a small sigh, wishing that she would not have to be so afraid to go into it.

[Gerald Conner]

Gerald struggled through the brush, making a fair amount of noise. He was not accustomed to walking around in a jungle and the heat was making him crabby. It had been two days since his plane had crashed and he had been sleeping in a rocky crevice along the beach. It had been a relatively quiet couple of days, which he had loved, but he had eaten nothing but fruit and couldn't find any fresh water. As much as he hated the idea of venturing into the forest, the cliffs were to steep for him to walk along them.

This was how he found himself wondering through the jungle heading in the direction of where he thought the plane was and looking for anything useful along the way. He had to drag one foot because his loafer had been sliced open from plane wreckage. The wreckage had also cut into his leg, creating a gash a few inches long and shredding the leg of his slacks. He had a shallor cut in his side and two of his front teeth had been knocked out at some point as well. His clothes were ripped in several, but he had already washed them at least twice since the crash, so at least they weren't bloody. Anyway they were he before he went cavorting around like the Lord of the Flies and gotten them all covered in mud and God knew what else.

He whimpered to himself as he sloshes through the mud, "What a filthy place. Probably going to get an infection." he stopped short as he realized he was not alone. There was a younger woman staring into a field. "Were you from the plane?" he asked before chastising himself. She must have been. Why else would she be out here? "Have you seen a leather satchel?" If he had been thrown this far, his luggage might have been too. And he was desperate for the clean, pressed shirts and pants and his books. He would do anything for a book at the moment. He cursed himself for only packing three of them. Even if he did find his bag, that wouldn't be enough reading material to last him for a week.

[Amelia]

Amelia still stood at the edge of the field. She shuttered to think as to what was really out there. Then she saw movement out in the field. Her heart started to pound in her chest thinking it might have been something that was going to outrun her and tear her to peices. She saw it coming closer and closer....the sound of her rapid heart beat flouding her ears.

But then she saw that it was a man out in the field. She could not help but stand there and look at him, rather shocked. Even more shocked when he was asking about a leather satchel. Was he crazy? At first she didnt know how to respond to his question. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times before she answered.

"Are you insane? You should be happy that you are alive right now. Not many people could survive something like that, and you are worried about your bag?" She shook her head, pulling her long red hair back away from her neck and putting it up into a heair tie. "But to answer your question..no I have not seen it. Maybe you should try looking over the beach. A lot of luggage and wreckage can be found there. I can lead you back to it." She turned around and started heading back towards the beach so that he can find his bag.

[Gerald Conner]

Gerald fell into step behind the lady. Stupid plane for crashing. Stupid island for being so hot. And stupid lady for not understanding his concern for his luggage. It wasn't just any old bag with clothes and toiletries. Along with those things he had an original manuscript of George Bernard  Shaw, the famous playwright. It was incredibly rare, otherwise he wouldn't have been in Australia. It was too flippin hot there to go just for enjoyment. But the temperature seemed to be even more hot here. Where was 'here' anyway?

He wondered if it really was luck that had made them survive. Or was there some vindictive fate around that just liked to watch them suffer. This would be the perfect place for it. What with the heat, bugs, and noise. Did the birds really have so much to discuss that they had to chatter on all day. And to make matters worse, it seemed like his whole body hurt. So, maybe he was right when he thought they were being tortured. Stupid fates.

He watched the woman walking in front of him. How could she move that fast. He tried to speed up his gait, but he was falling behind because his shoe kept slipping off. There had to be some way he could repair it. His mind wondered to the logistics of fixing his shoe. Maybe if he could find a needle and some thread. Or maybe they would be rescued. There was still a chance wasn't there? 

But his thoughts were interrupted by a horrifying sound coming from somewhere in the trees. "What the he'll was that?" he asked. His s's whistling a bit from the gap made by his missing teeth. It had sounded like some kind or roar, but not like a lion. Or whatever kind of cat lived in the jungle. Tigers maybe.

[Amelia]

The heat, the bugs, and the noise didn't really bother her so much. It was the lack of food mostly. She was expecting something like this when she was heading over to a dig site. She wanted to be a paleontologist after all. Working in the heat and getting dirty were all part of the experience. But at least at the site she would have been able to go into an air conditioned trailer and have a bed to sleep in at night. Not to mention shower.

Amelia stopped when she heard the noise. Her heart flooding her ears again. Whatever it was it did not sound like a jungle cat. It sounded a lot bigger. She looked around them for a moment, looking for any sign of movement. Nothing.

She turned to look at him for a moment. "I suggest that we just walk away as fast as we can." Yeah because there was no way in hell that she could run. Amelia kept heading back to camp, picking up her pace as fast as she could. Her leg starting to give her some trouble.

[Gerald Conner]

Gerald nodded and kept on the lady's heels. He had just met her, but she seemed to know what she was doing, so he was going to listen. Still, he wondered why she had said to walk. Wouldn't running be better? Or did that make a creature want to chase you? He didn't want to get into a race with that thing.

Whatever was making that noise was not likely to be pleasant. Animals that ate grass didn't make noises like that. Except maybe rhinos or hippopotamus. But he didn't want to see those either. Those didn't live in the jungle, did they? He cursed himself for not reading more about tropical islands. He tried to calm himself down by remembering The Jungle Book. But did bears live in the jungle? How accurate was that book, anyway? 

"Miss," he said, realizing he had no idea what her name was, "Would it be a good idea to climb a tree? Do you think whatever that was could get to us then?" He hoped she knew more about animals than he did. He really didn't know much, but that didn't sound like anything he had ever heard.

[Amelia]

She was far from knowing what she was doing out here in the jungle. In a way she was just some spoiled little rich kid without her parents to guide her. But she was not about to let that show to just anyone. If she wasnted to prove herself there really was no choice for that now. If anything she did not want to seem useless at all.

Amelia looked at him over her shoulder. "No. I can't climb, I have never been able to climb trees. If we just leave and hurry about getting away we should be okay." Her heart beat flouded her eyes making it hard for her to tell if the thing was following them. Then she broke into a very light jog, doing what she could to try and not show her handicapped.

It wouldnt be for another ten minutes that she would slow down to catch her breath. The sound of the ocean could be heard not too far away. Once they were upon the beach he would see a part of the plane that had broken off. "If you want to find your bag this would be a place to look." She moved to the make shift bed that she made in the plane and sat herself down, trying to rest a bit before they would have to leave again.

[Gerald Conner]

Even if the lady didn’t know what she was doing, she was confident enough to convince Gerald, who was glad to start running. It made him nervous to just walk quickly. Walking quickly was what you did when you were late for an appointment. Running was much better for fleeing. He was too busy trying to run and keep his shoe on his foot that he didn’t notice if there was anything awkward about his companion. But, he wasn’t a very good runner. He had spent most of his adult life reading books and mixing dough at the bakery, and not a lot of time doing athletic activities.

He would occasionally look over his shoulder, but nothing seemed to be back there. If he saw anything he was going to run to a tree and climb it. If the lady couldn’t climb, well, maybe whatever that thing was would get filled up on one person and leave him alone. It wasn’t very nice, but Gerald wasn’t the most compassionate person.

When he saw sand he sighed in relief. At least he tried to sigh, but he was gasping for air too much. He charged onto the sand and kept going a few yards before collapsing on the ground. He lay there and nodded in response, wondering what made her think the beach was a safe place. But he was too tired to move anywhere at the moment. He finally gained his composure, sat up and looked down the beach. There were a lot of bags and plane bits strewn across the sand. It really was a good place to look. “Thank you for your help.” He said, once his gasping had subsided. “What’s your name? I’m Gerald.”

[Amelia]

Amelia leaned her head back what was left of the wall of the plane. She closed her eyes for only a moment trying to catch her own breath, but hers was not because she was winded but it was mostly due to the fact that she was in some pain. While she could not see him she adjusted the straps to her prosthetic and quickly covered her leg back up so that he would not see and freak out on her more.

The beach was no safer but at least on the beach you were able to see what was coming and was not covered by the brush and the trees in the jungle. Hearing him she looked up at him and gave him a soft smile. "It was no problem. I would have wanted someone to do the same to me. Treat others the way you want to be treated is what my parents would tell me. And I am Amelia." She stretched out her hand to him.

[Gerald Conner]

Once Gerald had finally regained his breath he climbed to his feet. He was completely unaware of the woman's troubles with her leg. Gerald was not the most observant person when it came to other people's pain. He looked up in time to catch her smile. She was kinda pretty when she smiled, that was if you were into that whole romance thing. Which Gerald was not. Romance led to babies, and babies were the noisiest most annoying thing he could think of. 

"Amelia," he repeated so he could remember it. It really was a pretty name. It beat the name Gerald, "It's nice to meet you. Perhaps next time we can avoid the whole scurrying-through-the-jungle-terrified-out-of-our gourds thing." he said, pleasantly. Perhaps they had gotten off to a bad start, and he could leave a better impression. She never needed to know he had considered her as fodder for the beast.

He turned away from her and wandered down the beach looking for his luggage. It didn't click with him, until he saw the scattered suitcases and bags, how many people must have died in the crash. He paused to take it all in, perhaps being a bit obvious about his surprise. Some bags had already been opened, whether by the crash or other survivors Gerald could only guess. 

Still, he didn't feel sad for those that were dead, only fear that he had been close to death himself. And fear that he was still in danger. Gerald wasn't very good at feeling sad for others. Not even when his father died, or when his only girlfriend had been killed. He couldn't help but feel there was something wrong with him. "I guess I had better get started," he said, snapping out of his daze and walking toward the largest collection of debris.

[Amelia]

Amelia felt for them. The fact that they had all died in the plane crash and yet she had lived. It made her feel guilty if anything. What was so special about her to let god thing that she was worth saving more than the others? "I suggest that you hurry. I want to get back to camp before night fall. I really do not want to know what goes creepy crawly in the jungle at night."

Of course she never did tell him they they were not the only two survivors on the island But she mostly came here because of what might have been chasing them out in the jungle. But everything seemed quiet now. A little too quiet. Once the pain had subsided in her leg is when she got up and started helping him look for his bag. "So what is in this special bag of yours anyway?"

[Gerald Conner]

Gerald was dismayed to hear they would be going back in the jungle. What was wrong with just hanging out on the beach and going at first light? It wasn't like they had schedules they wee bound to. And he had no idea they were going to see other survivors. As far as he knew, they were the only two humans on the island. Not wanting to seem like the coward he was, he nodded and hurried to look over the assorted luggage strewn about the beach. He had gone quite a ways when he spotted something leather under a piece of metal. He dug it out and felt instantly relieved. It was his bag.

Without hesitating, he opened it and moved aside his nice clean clothes. Three pairs should last him awhile. There were also some socks, two bottles of water, snacks, and the most valuable book of his collection. He had gotten it for quite a bargain, considering the rarity of it. And it was still in pristine condition. "This is what is so important." he held up the manuscript and pocketed the small bottle of pills, hoping she hadn't seen it. "Have you ever heard of George Bernard Shaw?" he asked, trying to draw the attention away from himself and the small sound the pill bottle had made on it's journey to his trousers.

[Amelia]

She was moving through other peices of the wreckage trying to find his stupid bag. She cut her arm on a peice of metal trying to move it to go digging through a large suit case to see what she could find that might be of use. This one had nothing in it. Mostly just clothes.

She pulled back when she felt the cut on her arm. Lucky for her it was not deep and just scratched the surface of the skin. She looked over to the guy when he started talking to him and gave a small roll of her eyes. He wanted to find his bag because of a book?

"Sad to say but no I havent. I may be book smart on some things but that dosent mean I know every single author out there." She gave him a small smile. "So I see that you found your bag. I don't mean to rush but I think we should be heading back before it gets too dark."

[Gerald Conner]

Gerald was too busy flipping through the manuscript of Love Amongst the Artists to realize his companion's torn arm or her eye roll. He always had trouble paying attention to other people if it had nothing to do with him, and he could never decipher facial expressions. "Shaw was a socialist playwright. He wrote Arms and the Man." He didn't try to keep the condescending tone out of his voice. He didn't even realize he was using a tone.

At her urging, he stood up straight and patted the pocket with his pills unconsciously. He really didn't want to go back into the jungle, but he was even more worried about being left behind on the beach. There was no assurance that whatever had been roaring would leave him alone just because he was surrounded by sand. He put the manuscript back, closed his satchel carefully and stood to leave. "At your ready." he said, prepared to follow her, but not very happy about it.

[Amelia]

Was he completely oblivious to the fact that she had pretty much just tried to tell him that she was not interested in knowing right now? Or was that just the normal selective hearing? She didn't know or care at this point, all she wanted was to go back to the safety of the larger group, so mayhe that they they wouldn't be hunted. Isn't the saying 'stronger in numbers?'

As long as he didn't start complaing about the bugs, or the birds, or the heat than they would get along just fine. She was not exactly used to this sort of thing either. But it was better to be alive fighting, then down at the bottom of the ocean dead. Amelia moved along a little slower this time, the pain in her leg starting to bug her a bit and making it harder for it to move. What was worse was that she was thinking that there was some kind of rock stuck in it. "So do you have any family or anything to go back to once we get out of here?' she asked just to try and pass the long walk to the camp.