Post by Charlie Pace/James Ford on Jul 16, 2007 19:45:34 GMT -5
((I hope no one minds that I use my roleplay example as my intro, and that I may not respond quickly. But, I'll try my best. x3))
Grey-blue eyes flickered open, blinking against the harsh light of the island. The man ran his hand through his messy dirty blond hair, and he pushed himself up into a sitting position. He sighed.
"Bloody island." He muttered. He spoke with an Australian accent. He got up. "I suppose the Others will be here soon to devour us all."
He chuckled weakly. He went over to his bag and took out a small statue of the Virgin Mary. He stroked the statue gently, and then returned it to his bag.
"No." He said. He retrieved the statue again. "Wait."
He put the statue back.
"No!" He said more firmly. He took the statue again. "Aw, bloody hell!"
He hurled the statue across the cave floor, and it shattered. Small bags of less than legal substances laid among the fragments of the statue. He sighed, and lowered himself to a sitting position.
"No, I've got to show Claire I can do this." He murmured. He picked up one of the bags of heroin, then threw it across the cave. He turned away, and crossed his arms, determined to succeed. He retrieved his guitar from next to his back and began playing it, staring blankly at the bags of the precious heroin in front of him. He blinked, and retrieved another bag. His trembling hands longed to open it, but instead he threw it across the room.
"Bloody drugs." He muttered, covering his face with the hood of his sweatshirt, and looking out the mouth of the cave.
((Oh, and I'd prefer to keep spoilers to a minimum, because I've only seen up to the last two episodes or so of season two. Thanks.))
Grey-blue eyes flickered open, blinking against the harsh light of the island. The man ran his hand through his messy dirty blond hair, and he pushed himself up into a sitting position. He sighed.
"Bloody island." He muttered. He spoke with an Australian accent. He got up. "I suppose the Others will be here soon to devour us all."
He chuckled weakly. He went over to his bag and took out a small statue of the Virgin Mary. He stroked the statue gently, and then returned it to his bag.
"No." He said. He retrieved the statue again. "Wait."
He put the statue back.
"No!" He said more firmly. He took the statue again. "Aw, bloody hell!"
He hurled the statue across the cave floor, and it shattered. Small bags of less than legal substances laid among the fragments of the statue. He sighed, and lowered himself to a sitting position.
"No, I've got to show Claire I can do this." He murmured. He picked up one of the bags of heroin, then threw it across the cave. He turned away, and crossed his arms, determined to succeed. He retrieved his guitar from next to his back and began playing it, staring blankly at the bags of the precious heroin in front of him. He blinked, and retrieved another bag. His trembling hands longed to open it, but instead he threw it across the room.
"Bloody drugs." He muttered, covering his face with the hood of his sweatshirt, and looking out the mouth of the cave.
((Oh, and I'd prefer to keep spoilers to a minimum, because I've only seen up to the last two episodes or so of season two. Thanks.))
