"Hm. Sorry I missed that." Charlie said with a wry grin. He avoided her comment on where he had been, fingering the small bag of drugs he had in his pocket. He had woken up early that morning with his hands shaking, and had slipped off into the forest to snort some of the powder before the others were awake.

(( Elenya, you're my hero I'm glad you joined River, no worries, I've been busy as well ))

Sawyer spit at the ground and looked at Trista. "No one tells me what to do.." he snapped. He paced over to Jack until they stood face to face and he hissed: "I ain't livin' together with that terrorist Sheriff" Then he walked past Jack, making sure he would bump into him as he walked out of the group.

For a moment Jack remained silent and he watched the group around him. What did they expect from him? He cleared his throat and said: "I'm going into the jungle, looking for the cockpit. I figured it must have crashed not too far inland.."

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

((Yay- I'm a hero! lol ))

Charlie looked over at Jack, then made his way over to him. "Can I come with you?" He said. "Seeing that wrecked plane is starting to creep me out."

Trista trudged off after Sawyer, she had dealt with guys worse then him, one actually. "You really need to learn how to get alone with others, you know that?" She yelled at him.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Claire looked at Sawyer's reaction, scrolling her head. This situation is making people go crazyshe thought. "I'm going into the jungle, looking for the cockpit. I figured it must have crashed not too far inland.." said the doctor. Can I come with you?"said Charlie. "Seeing that wrecked plane is starting to creep me out." Claire turned "that sounds dangerous.."she said "remember that huge thing that destroyed the trees last night" she said to Jack anc Charlie.

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"I know it can be dangerous" Jack responded to Claire. "But if we want to get saved a radio or transmitter could help us." He looked at Charlie and nodded. "Okay, I'll be leaving soon. Grab some water, perhaps we won't find anything in the jungle.."

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Sawyer groaned as Trista started yelling at him. "Listen sweetheart, why don't you join the Sheriffs crew and arrest me?"

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Claire nodded, seeing Jack and Charlie going away to prepare water to carry with them in the jungle. She turned and saw Trista yelling at Sawyer. He answered something. "ehi Trista" she said "maybe you should leave him alone..at least for now...come help me to find some clothes.."

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Trista didn't take her eyes off of Sawyer. "I will be right there." she said befor redirecting her voice to Sawyer. "He is NOT the sheriff, and I won't arrest you for trying to survive. I just think you need to learn to trust others, I know it can be hard, especially if you have been taught not to trust in the past. But we move on, not everyone is untrust worthy." With that she turned and joined Claire.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

"he is...unbearable!" Claire said to Trista, while they walked away from Sawyer "he always has to say something bad...I mean, he's not the only one on the island! oh well, whatever..."Claire tried to reach the ground, where she saw a bag "maybe we'll find some clothes in there..."

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Charlie nodded. "Right." He hurried to grab a water bottle he had stashed the night before and pulled on his jacket, then walked back over to where Jack was.

((Have you heard from Amara? If not, I could maybe take Kate for awhile))

(( I haven't heard anything yet Elenya, so go ahead ))

"You don't know anything about me or my life" Sawyer groaned. Why did this woman symphatize with him? Why couldn't she leave him alone. especially if you have been taught not to trust in the past Her voice echoed in his head and suddenly in a flash he remembered his father who shot his mom.
Sawyer was patrified for a moment but then shook his head to chase the memories away. Far away, so it seemed, he heard Claire's voice, talking about him to Trista but he didn't care. The past was dead...except for the letter in his pocket..

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Trista sighed asn looked at Calire. "Yeah he is irritating, but there could be a reason. I have know worse guys then him." She said. "And for a while, i was kind of like that, not trusting."

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

"really?" Claire asked to Trista, opening the bag she had found. "I feel like a thief opening the others' bags, but this looked like mine...I hope I could find my bag..." she said. "but this is not mine...is this yours?" she asked to Trista, showing her the bag.

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Trista looked at the bag. "No, mines dark blue with black edging."

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Claire nodded "we should divide the bags and search for the owners"she said "there's such a big mess...I wonder if Jack and Charlie will find...you know, the other part of the plane in the jungle...maybe our bags are there.."

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"I agree." Trista said. "Whats the best way to do it."

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)