LOST: Surviving the Island.
MY OC:
Yasmine: Sixteen years old, with long, curly black hair and dark brown eyes. She has tan skin, resulting from an Italian and Spanish origin. She is skinny, but curvy, with a small nose and full lips.
She is tough, but sweet, and doesn't like being overlooked or thought of as a child.
Pairings: Richard/OC (Yasmine), Sawyer/Kate/Jack, Claire/Charlie, (any other pairings you want focused on I'm more than willing to oblige.)
Also, later chapters I'll be needing some OC Other characters. No need to send them to me just yet, but you might want to come up with some ideas. And any pairings with your OC characters you want you should tell me so I don't already pair them up with any other characters. (btw, no pairings with Sawyer or Jack, please. Pick good characters that don't already have a love intrest, such as Sayid or Miles or someone)
And I will be accepting maybe 3 to 5 Original OC characters from the plane crash. No tail crash survivors (im not going to be going much into them since most of them died, anyway.)
Remember to review after you finish reading ;)
Chapter One: "Just turbulence, right?"
Yasmine looked out the window, brushing back a stray piece of black hair from her face. She smiled and politely declined when the flight attendant came by to ask her and the man sitting next to her if they wanted anything to drink. She looked over at the man, who had ordered nothing but a water bottle and observed him. They were both sitting in row 24 of the mid section, him in 24D, she is 24C.
She looked over at the older gentleman, smiling, "Hi, my name's Yasmine. Yasmine Jordan."
The older man smiled back, "Name's John Locke." he extended his hand and she shook it, revealing perfect white teeth.
She nodded, "So, do you fly much?" she asked, then stopped and shook her head, "I mean, do you go on airplanes much? Obviously you don't fly, but, yeah…"
The man laughed, as Yasmine bit her cheek in embarrassment, "No, I understand. I don't fly too often, I suppose. You?"
She shook her head, her long, curly black hair swaying, "No, this is the first plane trip I've ever been on." she told him, staring out the window again, "I've never been this high off the ground before." she laughed.
All of a sudden a blonde guy ran past them in a hurry, shoving through the isles and running into the nearest bathroom. He was soon followed by several flight attendants, who all looked anxious to catch up to him. Yasmine raised her eyebrows, looking over at Locke in wonder.
"What do you think is wrong with him?" she asked, her eyebrows raised and her mouth formed in a small smirk. The older man shrugged, taking a sip of his water and looking around the plane. Yasmine shrugged, looking back out the window at the cloudy sky.
Suddenly the plane started to shake, and Yasmine was awoken from her daydreaming. The whole plane started convulsing, and she could see people looking at each other, panicking. She bit her lip, nervously watching the terrified faces of her fellow passengers. Beside her, John looked equally nervous.
"Just turbulence, right?" Yasmine asked nervously.
All of a sudden, the lights in the plane dimmed and she found herself shaking along with the plane. Breathing masks are suspended down before her, and she instantaneously grabs it and places it on her mouth. She looks around, surprised that everything is dark and spinning, and before she knew it, she blacked out.
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All of a sudden she woke up to a panic of noise. It seemed to be so loud, that it almost was silent, and she blankly wondered if this was what going deaf was like. She looked around, having no idea where she was or how she got there. Yasmine got up, only to gasp in pain that her leg was bleeding and a sharp piece of metal was torn through her flesh.
She looked around, hoping to find any familiar face to help her up. Yelling for nobody in particular, she prayed that someone would notice her. She watched in awe as a pregnant woman stumbled, calling for help.
"Just like me," she thought, and suddenly felt guilty. She smiles sadly as a tall man in a torn suit comes to help the pregnant lady up. The man then looks around and notices her, running to her and extending his hand.
Yasmine looked up at him, watching his forehead sweat nervously, "I'm Jack," the man said, grabbing her hand and pulling her up. She winced a bit, and he noticed that her leg was bleeding.
She coughed, smiling up at him, "I'm Yasmine." she told him, looking at his large brown eyes. He smiled, then looked down at her leg.
"Don't worry, I'm a doctor," he explained, and she suddenly realized why he was being so kind and helpful, "Can you stand?" he asked, watching her steadily.
Yasmine tried to put pressure on her left leg but winced in pain, trying not to cry out. She felt bad enough that the people around her needed just as much help as she did. He looked at her, looking around and pointing at a man.
"Hey you!" he called, and the man turned around. He was tall, with medium length blonde hair gelled back. The man looked at Jack, obviously showing no interest in whatever Jack was calling him for. Jack suddenly picked Yasmine up, and she blushed at the sudden contact. He walked over to the man, the expression on his face clearly desperate.
"Excuse me, but could you carry her to a tree or put her somewhere she'll be safe. I think her leg is broken and cut really badly so she can't stand or move." Jack explained, and the guy reluctantly nodded and took Yasmine in his arms.
Yasmine looked up at the man who was carrying her bridal style, trying not to blush, "I'm Yasmine." she told him. He looked down at her, smirking.
"Name's Sawyer, sweetheart." he told her, cheekily, then placed her down to rest against a tree. She looked down at the grass and smiled, relieved to be off the god damned sand. She hated sand. He smirked, looking around and walked away.
She smiled, nodding as she watched Sawyer retreat to the beach and do whatever he was going to do. Yasmine sighed, looking down at her leg and wincing in pain. She looked around, wondering where the plane crashed. It didn't look like they were in Australia, and it sure didn't look like anywhere in the United States. Hawaii, maybe, but even that is a bit more industrialized than this. She looked behind her and all she could see was jungle, and before her all there was, was sand and the beach.
She watched as the panic started to decease, and the yelling for their loved ones stopped as they embraced those they found. She smiled slightly, resting against the tree and closing her eyes for just a moment.
She woke up to someone poking her, and her large brown eyes slowly opened to see Jack smiling down at her. She smiled, chocking out a "hello" and looked down at his suitcase. He opened it, and pulled out several different colored rolls of thread.
"I'm going to have to take the piece of metal out then stitch you back together," Jack explained, then looked down at the string, "Any color preference or standard black?"
Yasmine laughed slightly, a smirk forming on her lips, "Got any purple?"
He laughed, pulling out purple string and putting it to the side. From his bag he pulled out a small bottle of vodka, and Yasmine raised her eyebrows.
"For the pain," he explained, the poured the alcohol along her leg. She gasped at the stinging pain, and he muttered an apology. She smiled, looking around. All of a sudden, she felt a sharp pain in her leg and she hollered, finding that Jack had pulled out the metal from her leg. She noticed it started bleeding more and clenched her teeth nervously.
Jack, however, seemed unaffected, grabbing a towel and soaking up the blood that ran down her leg. After cleaning it, he quickly grabbed the purple thread and started stitching up her leg. Yasmine noted that if it wasn't for this certain circumstance, she would be greatly embarrassed.
"All done," the doctor said, finishing stitching her leg and looking up at her, "I would recommend taking it easy for a while and not walking around too much until your leg completely heals."
She nodded, watching him walk away and leave her all alone. She noted that it was getting dark, and she smiled as a large man came up to her holding a tray of food. He smiled, extending a small aluminum wrapped food package from the plane towards her.
"Hey, we've found some food packages left over on the plane and we're giving them to everyone," he explained, smiling, "You want one?"
Yasmine smiled, muttering "thank you" and accepting the aluminum package. As he turned to leave, she called out to him, "Hey you!"
The man looked around, confusion written on his face, "Me?"
Yasmine nodded, "Yes, you." she said, "What's your name?" she asked, extending out her hand.
The man genuinely smiled, "I'm Hurley" he said, walking back over and shaking her hand, "You?"
She grinned, "I'm Yasmine", she looked around, remembering the man she met on the plaen "You haven't seen a man named John Locke around, have you?" she asked, looking up at him. Hurley shook his head.
"No dude, I haven't met any John Locke yet. If I find him, I'll tell him you're looking for him, okay?" he said. Yasmine nodded, and he walked away.
She sighed, resting her head against the tree as she noticed another shadow of a man walking towards her. Unfortunately, it wasn't Locke like she hoped it would be. She hoped he was alight, she thought. She looked up, finding the familiar smirk of Sawyer grinning down at her. She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and smirking back up at him.
"Too good for the beach?" he asked sarcastically, throwing a pillow and blanket from the plane at her. She smirked, sticking out her tongue childishly.
"I hate the beach," she answered, placing the pillow behind her back, "And I despise sand. Damn parrotfish crap." she laughed, her large brown eyes sparkling in humor. He raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Parrotfish crap?" he asked, crossing his own arms and giving her a questioning look.
She laughed, looking at the beach, "That's what sand is, you know. Sand is actually parrotfish crap." she explained, and added when he gave her a questioning look, "I took an Oceanography class last year at my high school back in Boston. Horrible teacher, couldn't teach for shit." she laughed, remembering her ditzy blonde teacher trying to explain the properties of Bioluminescence to the class who had absolutely no respect for her.
Sawyer smirked, "Well then, looks like I'll stay clear from the sand for now on," he chuckled, then raised his eyebrows, "High school?" he looked at her doubtfully, "You don't look like a teenager, squirt."
She laughed, "Well I am. Sixteen years old, actually," she explained, and a look of realization crossed his features.
"Well are you really," he said, amusement dripping through his voice, "Well, considering you're one of the youngest passengers here, Blues Clues," she scowled at his new nickname for her, the ass, "I suppose we'll have to take extra care of you, huh?"
She glared at him, "Don't call me Blues Clues. And I can take care of myself just fine, thank you very much," she said, sneering at him, daring him to continue making comments about her age.
Sawyer waved it off, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Dora," he laughed, and he knew that if looks could kill…he'd be six feet under by now.
Yasmine glared at his back as he walked away with the intensity of a thousand suns. "Is that some kind of Spanish joke, Hick?" she called, and he laughed but didn't look back.
She cursed in Italian, one of her many known languages, including Spanish, Portuguese, and French. She blankly wondered how many different swears in each language she could throw at Sawyer before he realized she was cursing at him.
All of a sudden she heard whispers, and she looked around wildly, trying to find the source of them. They grew louder and more intelligible, and she put her hands to her ears, trying to block out the voices. She looked around at the different people, wondering if anybody else could hear what she heard but they all looked like they didn't hear anything.
Apparently she was hissing or wailing or something because a guy came over and sat next to her, looking at her with concern.
"Are you alright?" he asked, and Yasmine looked up as the voices stopped. It was a Arab man, with long, curly black hair and dark skin. She smiled, nodding and rubbing her head a little.
"Headache." she lied, "Thanks, though."
The man smiled, "I'm Sayid." he told her, and she grinned back. "Yasmine." she said, shaking his hand. He nodding, telling her to rest easy and if she had anymore trouble just come and tell him. She decided she liked him; he was nice.
Yasmine lied back on the pillow that Sawyer threw at her and grabbed the blanket. She wrapped it around herself, turning to the side and closing her eyes, preparing for sleep.
This place is different, she decided, and she wanted to find out why.
And that was chapter one of my amazing Lost fanfiction! Horray!
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-Runs Like a Girl
