Hello! I changed the name - if there will be more chapters, this will extend beyond the first night. If you didn't catch my addition to chapter one, this is the character whom I have named Jenn: www . lostpedia . com and search "woman pilot part one"
Doug and Neil are also on lostwiki, and Amy is, too, under N.D. Woman.
Oh, yes, and this chapter contains a brief flashback. But no Boone :( sorry.
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Crash and Burn
-whoosh-
Head pounding and neck aching, Ginevra Fortuna Moretti opens her eyes with a start – Blue sky. Smoke. She sits up and holds her head, closing her eyes once more so they can adjust to the light. It's then that her ears begin to function properly, and what she hears frightens her. Screaming, shouting, wailing, and behind it all an incessant whirring. That mechanical sound is what makes her tremble. Tears start forming as the reality of the situation dawns on her –
She has been in a plane crash. And she has survived.
She runs, frantic, toward the wreckage. "Jeff!" The third time she calls his name, she stops. She stops running; she stops shouting; she stops crying. Eyes squinted, she brings a hand over a mouth that is frozen somewhere between a grin and a grimace. She starts to run again but falls to her knees, screaming as loud as she can, "Oh my God!"
It's then that she truly begins crying. Sobs mixed with laugher, she crouches on the ground weeping. It is not long, though, before the shock passes and she looks around at the others. Some are crouching, just as she had been, others are running. Many more are injured, lying on the ground. She pulls herself together; after all, there are many people here much worse off than she is. She quickly extracts the thin object she's had in her back pocket since Sydney and jogs toward one of the other survivors. "Hey!" she yells to a young man she'd seen running around earlier, "I have a pen!"
-whoosh-
Jenn sits at one of the now many fires on the beach. Boone has gone back to Shannon, and Jenn is now in the company of a rather scrawny man named Neil, a friendly seeming Aussie man who calls himself Doug, and a woman with a kind face and long, dark brown hair named Amy. Amy, Jenn thinks with a smirk, is trying to make the kind of small talk Jenn wanted to avoid. "So, uh," Amy says while rubbing her hands together, "where y'all from?" She looks at Jenn first. Jenn lets out a tiny laugh. Yes, exactly the conversation she wanted to avoid.
"I was born in Italy, but I've lived in Toledo most of my life."
"I thought your accent sounded a little different from American." Doug pipes in, looking at her, intrigued. "I'm from Sydn-"
"Yo, Frogurt!" A heavy man carrying packages of food from the airplane approaches behind Neil. "Dude, introduce me to your friends!"
Neil frowns and rolls his eyes. "It's Neil, Hurley, and this is Doug, Amy, and Jenn." Hurley shakes each of their hands and repeats their names. "I just wanted to, you know, like, get to know everyone here? I figured we should all know each other's names at least." Amy, being the Georgia Peach that she is, says, "Aww, well isn't that sweet?"
"Yeah. Speaking of sweet, did you know that Neil here makes frozen yogurt for a living?" Neil glares at Hurley, who is still smiling. "Anyway Dudes, I'd stay and talk but there are people who haven't eaten dinner yet." He lifts up the packages in his arms, as if to show the group he was delivering the food, not going to mooch off the survivors who hadn't eaten. "Later!"
As soon as Hurley's out of range, Neil jokes, "Don't you think it's a mistake to put him in charge of the food?" Amy is about to reprimand him for the cruel comment when a sound comes out of the jungle, a sort of crash and whir that makes Jenn flinch. Doug puts his arm around her. "What the hell?" Neil exclaims, jumping up. The rest of the survivors, having already broken off into groups, are coming together watching the jungle.
Jenn heads over, too, with Doug, Neil, and Amy close by. She gasps when she sees the trees in the jungle crumpling, now aware of what the other survivors were gawking at.
"Shit," says Doug, behind her. My sentiments exactly, Jenn thinks.
Kris Death - Thank you! I'm so glad to hear that it's original. I was hesitant about an OC because I usually find them boring! :P
Jac Danvers - Thanks so much! Your comment has encouraged me. I definitely have plans for those instances, so hopefully I will get that far :)
Thank you, and please review (I know I sound like a broken record).