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Title: First Day
Characters: Sawyer, Jack, Kate, Sayid, Shannon, Boone, Claire, Locke, Michael, Walt, Sun, Jin, and Hurley
Sawyer sat restlessly alone separated from the panic. He scanned the beach his mind blank. He knew he should be thinking things like, where the hell are we? Where the hell is the rescue? But he couldn't. Sawyer just couldn't bear himself to think he could be stuck in this place forever.
Jack Shephard wiped the droplets of sweat from his forehead and rubbed his eye from the tiny debree he could have sworn flown right into it.
Kate Austen wanted to burst out in tears she swallowed hard and fought it. She gazed as she saw the man Jack running helplessly from person to person. Kate could already tell he was the hero, the one most likley to get them out of this place.
Sayid Jarrah calmed himself down he didn't want to panic even though everyone else was. The panic calmed down a little bit but not enough for Sayid to be comfortable. His eyes were drawn to a blonde woman sitting down relaxing a few feet away from the burning fuselage. His mind drifted thinking of possible reasons why she was so comfortable.
Shannon Rutherford, like Sawyer, seperated herself from the group. She breathed deeply the smell of salt water was getting stronger as the smoke seemed to flutter away. She didn't care where she was, she knew resuce was comming and she didn't need her brother to tell her they are not.
Boone Carlyle immitated Jack as he ran from person to person, wiping the sweat off his face with his dirty white t-shirt. He was a lifegaurd and now was his chance to use his skills to help. Boone had to look twice when he saw a blonde pregnet woman sitting on a peice of the hot plane sitting in the sun.
Claire Littleton bit her lip as she felt her contraction ending and sighed of releif. She looked up at the sky, expecting it to be blue it was still coverd with the black smoke rising from the plane slowly. A man approched her silently. He was skinny and his face was painted with black debree from the crash. "You need help?!" The man shouted over the noise and rush of the passangers. Claire shook her head and looked up at the friendly man. "No, I think im alright now thank you!" She replied unsure of her next contraction, she didn't want to be botherd much. "Im Charlie." The man took a few slow steps towards her, watching where he was walking afraid of steping in some plane debree. "Claire." She responded blankly tired from the pain.
John Locke layed down, motionless, staring straight up. He couldn't get his mind straight all he knew is no one could help him he was paralyzed from the waist down. Something happend out of the ordinary. Everyone else but John Locke was dazed and confused. His leg twitched, for the first time in four years. His expression was blank amazed at the wonderful experience. Locke wiggled his toes not even believing what was happening.
Michael Dawson was content now. He didn't care all his stuff was gone, he didn't care he didn't know where he was. All that matterd was him and his son Walt were okay.
Walt Lloyd blinked slowly watching a couple fight. He couldn't understand why they would be fighting, they should be happy, they just survived a plane crash.
Sun Soo-Kwon gave her husband a look of hate. He was ordering her around like a mad man. Every time she looked at him he reminded her of her father, the way he would talk to her. Sun tuned him out and turned around and closed her eyes and violently opened them again to calm herself down.
Jin Soo-Kwon turned the opposite way of his wife and crossed his arms. The unbearable heat matched his temper and his wife knew it.
Hurley Reyes concentrated on himself, he was the one worried. He was worried rescue wouldm't come but he had hope something he was afraid the rest of the castaways didn't have.
