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Post by piñata on Jan 18, 2008 10:40:46 GMT -5
(The city in Alaska is spelled Juneau, for future reference. ) Jason nodded and took the medicine from Karina, pouring a couple of amphetamines into a water bottle's lid (sterile conditions were important, even out here, so he didn't want to touch the pills before O'Connell took them) and then handing both lid and bottle to the air marshal. He extended his arm toward Karina again and said, "Tampon."
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Post by piñata on Dec 31, 2007 18:25:34 GMT -5
"I say we have time to get those stitches back in place before that thing reaches us," Jason said, waving the ex-Marine over to a handy log he could sit on while Jason worked. "And we need to give you some medicine, too. Do you want to be involved in whatever that is," he gestured down the beach, "or do you need to rest? In other words, amphetamines or downers?"
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Post by piñata on Dec 30, 2007 16:56:04 GMT -5
Jason erupted from the trees, his nose bleeding where a low-hanging branch had struck him in the face, and looked around wildly. Once he had verified that Karina was okay, he shouted down the coastline toward the stranger. "Who are you, and what do you want?" In the back of his mind, his sarcastic inner voice told him: Yeah, you f**king idiot. It's REAL likely that he speaks English.
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Post by piñata on Dec 29, 2007 17:44:28 GMT -5
"I saw some tribesmen earlier," Jason offered. "Maybe those were their kids." Jason's head snapped up when he heard the gunshot off in the distance. "Karina," he said. "We have to get back to camp. Are we going the right way?"
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Post by piñata on Dec 27, 2007 11:44:35 GMT -5
Jason looked back at the people who had been trying to surround LJ as he fell in behind the wayward amnesiac and her grievously wounded would-be rescuer. Yeah, we're real badass, he thought, his sarcastic side taking over again. Out loud, he said, "I'm going to have to rework those stitches when we get back to camp. It looks like a couple blew."
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Post by piñata on Dec 24, 2007 16:56:37 GMT -5
"Sorry," Jason said to LJ before noticing for the first time that O'Connell was bleeding. "Dude, are you all right?" he asked, dropping to one knee beside the man as he lay down.
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Post by piñata on Dec 23, 2007 13:58:38 GMT -5
Jason reacted the same way as O'Connell... if he viewed something as a threat, it probably was. He had been the only one to pick up on the fact that Kassia hadn't been what she seemed, so Jason trusted the ex-Marine's instincts now... he charged in behind the larger man, knife raised, realizing he looked pathetic next to O'Connell but not caring. "What the hell?" he asked of the things that were emerging from the trees.
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Post by piñata on Dec 21, 2007 12:24:40 GMT -5
Jason heard the scream, too. "Where'd that come from?" he asked O'Connell. Despite his best efforts, Jason was no outdoorsman, and had managed to become just as lost as LJ. He spun around in a circle, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise, but all he accomplished was to make himself slightly dizzy.
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Post by piñata on Dec 11, 2007 9:46:29 GMT -5
Jason joined O'Connell, falling back on his bounty hunter's instincts from tracking down PKers in online roleplaying games. He kept a close eye on the brush for pieces of clothing that had gotten tangled and come off, or broken spiderwebs that suggested someone had passed through them... if there was a blood trail on the ground (he hoped the girl wasn't wounded, but he couldn't discount the possibility), O'Connell would find it during his search for footprints.
"Do we have anything that belonged to her back at camp?" he asked Karina, thinking maybe they could give the wolf her scent and have it help them track her.
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Post by piñata on Nov 30, 2007 11:11:16 GMT -5
"We've got the radio... let's get back outside so we don't have to smell this lovely aroma anymore," Jason suggested. Sarcasm was always the defense mechanism he seemed to fall back on... he hoped Karina found it charming, rather than annoying.
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Post by piñata on Nov 28, 2007 11:50:54 GMT -5
Jason dropped down out of his section of the plane, landing on his feet this time, and walked across the beach to the cockpit. There was a huge hole in the side... Jason climbed up through it and looked around. The pilot and copilot were both obviously dead... the radio was gone, as well. Jason moved out of the cockpit, into the first class section, and saw Karina leaning against a wall with her eyes closed. He noted with relief that the radio was with her... some tribal asshat hadn't absconded with it, at least. "Are you okay?" he asked her.
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Post by piñata on Nov 24, 2007 18:28:47 GMT -5
Jason entered the plane from the other end; he had to use a stick as well, and sort of half-pole-vault his way inside the now upside-down portion of plane he had been seated in before the crash. The smell threatened to gag him... the fact that the bodies had already started rotting in the humid tropical climate wasn't something that anyone had thought of before. He felt a strong urge to get out and move over to the other section of plane, in case Karina started to have trouble... however, he realized the search for a radio was more important.
He started searching the bodies first... if someone had a working cell phone and he could get reception on it, that would be even better. But all of the belongings that were still on their owners' person seemed to have been smashed beyond repair, along with many of the people themselves. He swore and moved further back. No radios in this section... he wondered how Karina was doing. It was more likely for her to find what they were looking for, since the cockpit was in her search corridor.
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Post by piñata on Nov 23, 2007 11:46:13 GMT -5
"Okay, you can help O'Connell," Jason told LJ. "He's not the sort to admit he needs it, but I'm sure he'll appreciate it." He looked at Karina and said, "That's not a bad idea, actually. You could start at the section you were in and work your way toward the cockpit, while I go further into the back." He didn't bother to ask if she was sure she was up to it... she had had trouble on one occasion, but if she couldn't handle this she wouldn't have offered to go.
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Post by piñata on Nov 9, 2007 18:34:32 GMT -5
"Yeah," Jason said. "The section of plane I was in when we went down got totally owned in the crash... I've already seen the worst of the carnage." He again wondered how he had gotten out with nothing more than a gash on the head.
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Post by piñata on Nov 9, 2007 12:38:08 GMT -5
Jason nodded. "Yeah, we should probably search the plane just in case," he agreed. "There's still bodies on the plane, though... it won't be pretty. We should probably do it as a volunteer-only operation." He had heard that expression in a war movie.
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