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✈ day one, spam
[Spam for the Hallway on Level One]
[It's like... a record skipping, or car breaks giving out just as you hit a patch of black ice. One minute, he's racing away from gunfire, dragging Sayid along with him, glancing back over his shoulder to track the progress of the van, knowing they're going to make it because this is what they were supposed to do, this was going to fix everything-
And then he... trips? Something hits him? He's not really sure, but whichever it is, he winds up face down in a hallway.
It's not exactly the strangest thing that's ever happened to him, but it still throws him off, makes him think what now before pushing himself up enough to look around, try to get his bearings back.]
Sayid!
[He's alone. Sayid's nowhere in sight, and neither is the van, or Hurley, or Jin or Miles. He pushes himself to his feet, and realizes he has less than no idea where he is. If it's somewhere in the Barracks, he's never been there before, and why would he have wound up here?
Was it a flash? It didn't seem like what the others had told him about, and if it was, why was he the only one who skipped ahead? Why would it have been a flash in the first place? Where the hell is he? He has to set off the bomb.
He's wearing a beige jumpsuit with JACK, WORKMAN stitched into the left pocket and a black and white octagonal patch above that with the word DHARMA in the center. There's a large red gash on his forehead that looks mostly scabbed over, a cloth bag tied around his waist, and he's sweaty, out of breath and desperate looking as he casts about, struggling to process what the hell is going on.]
Sayid? Hello?
[ooc: Multiples and fuzzy time welcome. c:]
[It's like... a record skipping, or car breaks giving out just as you hit a patch of black ice. One minute, he's racing away from gunfire, dragging Sayid along with him, glancing back over his shoulder to track the progress of the van, knowing they're going to make it because this is what they were supposed to do, this was going to fix everything-
And then he... trips? Something hits him? He's not really sure, but whichever it is, he winds up face down in a hallway.
It's not exactly the strangest thing that's ever happened to him, but it still throws him off, makes him think what now before pushing himself up enough to look around, try to get his bearings back.]
Sayid!
[He's alone. Sayid's nowhere in sight, and neither is the van, or Hurley, or Jin or Miles. He pushes himself to his feet, and realizes he has less than no idea where he is. If it's somewhere in the Barracks, he's never been there before, and why would he have wound up here?
Was it a flash? It didn't seem like what the others had told him about, and if it was, why was he the only one who skipped ahead? Why would it have been a flash in the first place? Where the hell is he? He has to set off the bomb.
He's wearing a beige jumpsuit with JACK, WORKMAN stitched into the left pocket and a black and white octagonal patch above that with the word DHARMA in the center. There's a large red gash on his forehead that looks mostly scabbed over, a cloth bag tied around his waist, and he's sweaty, out of breath and desperate looking as he casts about, struggling to process what the hell is going on.]
Sayid? Hello?
[ooc: Multiples and fuzzy time welcome. c:]
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[ - is the answer he would have given anyone on the Barge. It only occurs to him after a moment that this guy looks way too panicked. Maybe someone shy? Someone he hasn't seen? How likely is that? ]
Never seen a teleport before?
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[No, no he hasn't.
And he has other things he needs to worry about right now.]
Where are we?
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[ New to the Barge. Well. John has no idea how to handle that. ]
Uh, sorry. You might want to ask someone else.
It's a - boat. In space.
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[Jack has seen a lot of weird shit in his time.
But this is pretty beyond the pale even for him.]
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[ HE KNOWS THIS FEEL, JACK. HE KNOWS. ]
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[Because he totally doesn't remember being kidnapped.] That's insane. This whole thing is insane.
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