crossing_lostrp | [Ami] Letting It Loose (tag Scott, open)

Ami and Scott are coming from here.

Scott's words, meant to offer comfort, did very little in that vein. He didn't understand – he couldn't possibly understand – how her thoughts and feelings made her feel; how wrong she felt and how wrong it felt to think such things. She'd never in her life wished someone dead – other than Masters and Carlson – she hadn't even wished Richard dead for his part in that, but here she was, engineered right down to her DNA to be peaceful and she wanted to see Amanda punished.

She wanted the woman to suffer like George must have.

Everything was wrong. Right now, even Scott felt wrong to her, so cold and so detatched without the affection and warmth she was used to feeling from him.

This place was wrong. It and everything and everyone in it was screwed up and wouldn't it have been so much better if she'd just died in the crash? Then she wouldn't have to be here, dealing with blow after blow, crises after crises; plagued by monsters in the jungle and monsters on the beach. At least the ones in the jungle didn't pretend to be human, not like the ones on the beach.

None of it made sense. None of it was right and all of it was wrong. Hideously, horribly, terribly wrong. So wrong that she could feel it in her bones moving beneath the sand, trying to move into her body, into her blood and corrupt her.

It was all wrong.

A wind whipped up around her, blowing sand. Gently at first, then gaining strength and momentum, tiny clouds of dust billowing up around their feet, growing larger and larger, pulling driftwood and sea weed, rocks and stones, flinging them outward and spinning them upwards as the maelstrom of sand grew. Near and far, tent flaps and shelter flaps began to move and sway, stirring in the wind that came from every direction. Fruit floated into the air, tossed there and caught by unseen hands and the ground beneath their feet began to tremble ever so slightly.

[OOC: Yes, that is more than a wee bit of uncontrolled telekinesis. And any similarity to X3 is purely coincidental; Ami's ability, when unchecked like this is actually canon. At 14 or 15 she teleported two fellow Tomorrow People, the blanket they were lying on, shook the house to the foundations and did a lovely job of rearranging objects and furniture in the process.]

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"Jin! Jin! We must hurry back! A cyclone is coming and it's a bad one. Bring the nets; I'll get your father!" Jin's mother was screaming at Jin, though he couldn't see her. He looked at the horizon and sure enough, he could see the darkening sky. He could feel it in his bones, this one was going to be very angry indeed. Jin jumped up from where he was repairing the nets and heard his mother again, "Jin, the box. Don't forget the box!"

/Box? What box was she talking about?/ Jin thought as he turned and turned in circles as if he were in the cyclone itself looking for a box. Suddenly, he saw it. Off to the side was a small shallow box with ornate designs on it. Jin reached for the box and...

...grabbed Sun's shoulder. Sun had a look of terror in her eyes. "Jin, what's wrong?" She asked, "What box are you talking about? What's going on outside? Jin...do you feel ok?"

Before he could respond, the trembling began. A soft earthly murmur that could have gone unnoticed except that Jin's state was hypersensitive at the moment. Jin decided to ignore Sun's questioning look. "Outside, we must go outside and see what's going on. Stay close to me."

They left the hut and looked around. It didn't take long to see the tornado forming on the beach. /But it's not a tornado. It's something else. Something far worse./ And that was the last thing Jin thought before he saw it. A large piece of flying debris heading straight for Sun. Jin could only react. The last thing he remebered as he pushed Sun out of the way was a horrifying mixture of pain, screaming, and the unearthly tremor rising to greet him in the darkness.

I'm lovin' this Jin storyline. :)

ooc: thanks. and kudos to you and fikgirl for providing me with an awesome plot device! While I'm here, all you healer types, plotbunny: you can choose to heal or not heal jin, whatever. However y'all want to do that is fine with me. I won't generally NPC Sun, but she will be *sligthly pissed* at Ami for what happened in case anyone is interested. He's pretty messed up, head wound down to chest on his right side. If you heal him, he still will not wake up. He's pretty deep down, and for those that might think they can tell, being kept there for the moment. Aside from that, I'll work with whatever you throw at me.

But, how does she know that Ami caused it? The island is a freaky weird place, you know, and there's a huge sand storm and several smaller ones all over the beach right now. Damn freaky weird island and its freak sand storms.

*snert*

ooc: Ok, I have no problem with Sun not knowing who caused it. If that's how y'all want the plot to proceed, i'm fine with that aspect of it.

I was just messin' with you.

I don't know if anyone on the beach other than folks like Tara and Tommy and maybe the Doctor (and Weird Walt) will be able to realize that it's not just a freak sandstorm caused by island weirdness. It's not localized around Ami, meaning she's not in a safe zone, she could as easily take herself, or Scott or MB out as Jin was taken out.

But Sun will know, because when Ami finds out, she'll feel horrible about it and will likely apologize.

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OOC: no problem with any of this (even with Sun only screaming for help and crying..more likely to happen with Korean stoicism anyway), but it just can't happen in Jin's hut. So can it just be assumed it happened outside or that Sun managed to drag his body from the storm to protection in a nearby hut? Sorry to be such a hassle about this minor detail. I'd really like the hut to be damaged to the point of unlivable until Jin wakes up. MUST get back to work!

Will fix :)

Happy working *bleh*

Methos exited the tent after George and Carlos, taking the machete with him. Locke would surely find a use for it - it might even be his. He ducked the various queries over George's well-being, pointed out that she was clearly alive despite whatever rumours they'd heard, and went in search of Jin.

That wind's picked up quickly, he thought idly, glancing over to where House was patching up Amanda. It was a while since he'd seen a jealous rage on this scale, but he'd done his bit for now. At least Faith wasn't hacking the woman to pieces. A palm leaf caught him around the ankles, closely followed by Walt's frisbee. Very quickly indeed.

Frowning, Methos looked around and saw the air twisting into several fierce dust devils that seemed to be growing in size as he watched. Bad, very bad. And certainly not natural. A piece of debris came swirling towards him, but his attempt to dodge was hampered by an earth tremor - slightly more natural.. perhaps.. The sharp edge cut across his neck painfully, causing more fright than he'd known in centuries, but as ever his Quickening sealed the wound without a trace - or so he hoped. It wasn't unknown for Immortals to scar on the neck.

He drew the collar of his shirt up to cover his nose and mouth, ploughing on towards the Kwons' shelter up ahead. The majority of airborne debris was relatively non-lethal and their shelter was surely big enough for three.. Ah. Oh dear. The hut wasn't looking so sturdy any more, and the sight of Sun crouched over Jin's body was as unwelcome as George's not so long ago. Damned fragile mortals.. why couldn't Harry get sliced rather than the camp's best fisherman? There really was no justice in the world, and the large chunk of metal embedded in a nearby tree told him all he needed to know.

Methos lifted Sun's hands and makeshift dressings gently to examine the wound, softly praising her quick thinking, then pulled out the bottle of anaesthetic Jin had passed him earlier on. The irony was astounding, but there was no time to waste navel-gazing - although there was the one blessing that it had been a clean cut.

Together they cleaned out the wound and sewed up some of the deeper sections. Sun frowned at Methos constantly, as if she wished to say something but held back because she knew she wouldn't be understood (not strictly true, but not even this incident could change the habit of a lifetime). Either way she seemed to realise that he'd already used up his best dressings on George's [fake] injuries, tearing up one of her own summer dresses and holding her husband in place while Methos bandaged his head and chest. When they were done the world seemed like a much quieter place, and Methos couldn't help but smile when she cradled Jin's head in her lap while the 'doctor' leaned against the tree trunk and yawned.

"Oh look, the sandstorm has passed," he mumbled tiredly. "How nice."

P.S. As far as I remember, Ripley's the only person who knows Methos' real name. A few others know bits and pieces about his immortality, but generally speaking the old fart's still in hiding :)

That's right, he's Dr. Adam Pierson. I forgot. I'll get it straight.

[Ami] Letting It Loose (tag Scott, open)

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OOC: grr, sorry