The Lost World

[melaniejane]

The Lost World

Based on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s novel of the same name. A band of adventurers embark on an expedition in 2010 to prove the existence of a lost world isolated from the rest of the modern world. The expedition team consisting of a mismatched group of enthusiasts, all with less than selfless reasons for making the journey begin their trip under less than ideal conditions. The aircraft transporting them is caught in a lightning storm that leaves the explorers stuck in a savage land that is inhabited by prehistoric animals and species. All modern luxuries and electronics are now useless and even if the aircraft can be salvaged, there’s no telling if they’ll be able to find a way home. In the meantime, they must learn to survive in…the lost world...
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Dust fills the air. The screeching sound of an alarm slowly fades away as it sinks lower into the ocean. The sounds of groaning metal and broken glass sliding, scraping against it are everywhere.

Amongst the chaos, one tangible thought surfaces:

I'm alive...



BEGINNING:

Darkness. A dull buzzing noise slowly begins to creep into the sound field. It all happened so quickly...

Where am I? In a tunnel? It must be a tunnel because there is a faint light now at the end...just a bit closer...

Marie cracks open her eyes slowly, regaining consciousness. She is in fact, not in a tunnel as she thought, but laying chest down on very rough carpeting and debris. Something warm creeps down the side of her face and as she pulls her fingertips away, she is greeted by the sight of crimson.

The thoughts come rushing back...the thunder storm...the crash...

She shudders slightly and uses the seat next to her to haul herself up, still feeling disoriented. There are bodies thrown all over the plane and while she doesn't have the strength yet to check, she prays to God that they're not corpses...
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ladyfictionforever wrote:

OOC: I don’t care who the person is laying on top of her legs. Lol It can be a girl or boy, I just put boy as a filler. Lol.

“Can I please have my frappe now? Please? With a cherry on top!?” Valarie says, raspily, still incoherent.
“Okay, I’ll give you the octopus.” She added on, as if conversing with someone else.Valarie has issues with sleep talking. Light hit her eyelids, and she scrunches up her eyes, rubbing them with her hand.
What is up with this headache? she thinks, becoming more conscious.
Why is there so much pressure on my legs? She tries to move, but is pinned beneath something. She opens her eyes, slowly, and squints from the light. When her sense come to life, and see what’s before her, the simple words that describe everything right now comes from her lips.
“Fuck.”

Now she remembers. The thunder, the lightening, the roaring winds, the pounding rain and the airplane, everything is somewhat crystal clear now.
“What the fuck.” She says, rising up on her elbows, looking around seeing the bodies of her fellow passengers scattered everywhere.
“Holy, hell.” She whispers, She sees someone else is awake, a girl, and tries to move, then realizes, once again she’s pinned. She looks down at her legs, Some boy is on top of her legs, pinning her down with his body weight.

“Hey! Wake up! Get off of me!” She says, trying to wiggle out. She reaches up and shakes the boy, trying to get him to wake up.

“Hey, hey you! Over there with the short brown hair!” she says, trying to get the girls attention.

[melaniejane]

Marie's head jerks in the direction of a voice.

Someone else is alive...!

She maneuvers herself with effort to find the body belonging to the voice that had cried out for help. She sees a young woman with flowing dark hair trapped beneath someone else.

"I'll be right there," Marie calls back, her voice is slightly pained but her french accent is still as strong as ever, "Mon dieu..." she murmurs slightly as stands up and feels the ache in her bones.

She clambers over to the woman and helps her push the deadweight of the motionless body off of her.

"Are you alright? I don't think we met before the flight started, I'm Marie."

[Wendy Ann Beckett-Jolina]

Sam woke to being pushed off of someone roughly, and let out a shout of surprise, barrel rolling a couple of times before steadying himself. He took a moment, trying to collect his own thoughts. He remembered being on the plane, and that there'd been some sort of turbulance... And Jordan was... Oh god.
Standing quickly, panic was written all over his face and his eyes raced across the landscape, looking for his wife in the debris. Catching a glimpse of curly blond hair among the scenery, he rushed over, clearing the pieces of shrapnel that lightly covered her before bringing two fingers to her jugular, searching for a pulse. Feeling her heartbeat, he calmed slightly, but still had a look of concern in his eyes as he tried to shake her awake. "Jor, babe. Come on, wake up..."

Jordan winced, hearing her husband's voice which was shrouded in worry. Is this heaven...? she thought to herself, opening her eyes slightly as she took in her landscape. "Sam?" she croaked softly, eyes scared, "Where are we?" He seemed relieved as he scooped her up in his arms, hugging her tightly. "God, I don't know. I'm just glad you're ok." It was at that point that she remembered why she'd been so scared on the plane, what she had to tell Sam. "Sammy?" She bit her lip, looking nervous, " I..." She was distracted when she saw a nerdy looking guy laying unconscious nearby, and immediately thought of high school, and the kid that she practically begged to for him to do her homework through her entire schooling. "I think I went to school with him." Needless to say, Jordan was easily distracted, and practically forgot about her big secret for the time being...

[Ms.Fiction]

What tense is this going to be written in? btw. lol I wrote in like two different tenses.

[melaniejane]

OOC: I'd like to keep it in third-person POV but your character can have internal thoughts in first-person POV as well.

[Rose]

“What about her?” Erik said a little too loudly, pointing to the beautiful blonde woman a few seats away. She was sitting with her long legs stretched out into the aisle, showing soft, pale, beautiful skin and a great figure. “This trip could turn into a romantic getaway for the two of you.”

“Dude. Shut up,” Harley said, jabbing Erik in the side sharply with his elbow. Erik cringed, but that infamous mischievous look never left his eyes. He threw his arm around his friend’s shoulder and waved his other arm dramatically in an arc in front of them.

“I can see it now! The two of you walking down the beach, the sun is setting…” Harley shoved him again as lightning crashed outside the window just beside them, but Erik ignored both. “She says something sexy like ‘Did you see that Diplodocus? When it dies, science will finally have a complete skeleton!’ And then you’ll grab her and-”

Turbulence shook the plane, throwing some of the luggage around. Erik was trying to be the brave one, joking through the whole storm, but things were really starting to get crazy. He let go of Harley, throwing him a worried look.

“Dude, keep your seatbelt on. I don’t like this.” He peered out the window but saw only black clouds. “I hope we’re almost there-”

The plane rattled, everyone screamed, Harley and Erik were slammed forward as everything jerked around…


Erik groaned, lifting his head from the sand. Sand? He shot up, looking around frantically. He instantly regretted the action when a sharp, nearly unbearable pain shot up from his side. He looked down and saw that his black shirt was pierced by a shard of metal. He started to shake at the sight of it, his breath going ragged.

“Calm down. You were fine before you saw it….Its fine. You’re fine. But Harley…”

Erik looked around again, expecting Harley to be right there….he sucked in a quick breath. There were bodies everywhere, littering the ground with the debris. The dark clouds overhead and the light rain made it hard to see much, but fires dotted the beach. He could hear most of the plane sinking beneath the sound of crashing waves…

“We must have crashed here on the beach. If we had only been a few more feet out, we’d all have drowned…What if there are still people out there? Shit, don’t think about it. Just find Harley.”

Erik hauled himself up with a groan, ignoring the pain that shot through him. He couldn’t bring himself to pull out the metal on his own. And with nothing to stop the bleeding, he didn’t want to make himself worse off. Straining his eyes down the wrecked beach, he tried to find a familiar figure among the bodies.

“Harley?” Erik walked forward, stepping over a body that was obviously dead. The huge piece of shrapnel sticking out of their neck told him that much. He only paused long enough to make sure he didn’t know the face. “Harley??!!”

Erik heard other voices, saw people moving, but they seemed fine and he moved on. His mind refused to think of anything else but finding his friend. He just couldn’t comprehend anything else. It was likely he was in shock, but he kept moving without much expression on his face. He barely felt the metal in his side, and the pain faded with every step he took, his body pumping him full of adrenaline.

Erik stopped his trek through the wreckage, hearing a groan. He looked around until he saw a woman lying half way in the water, waves washing over her face as she tried to lift herself. Erik cursed, running to her side. He tucked his hands beneath her arms and gently pulled her back. He was afraid he might hurt her by moving her, but leaving her in the water wasn’t much of an option either. Stopping after a few feet, he knelt beside the woman and peered into her eyes.

“You’re alright. Don’t move, you might be hurt. Just rest here.” Erik stroked back the woman’s wet hair from her face before getting up quickly. His sense of urgency was only made worse by finding the woman. What if Harley was dying somewhere and needed him? What if he was already dead?

He was nearly running now, impatient to find his friend, but it seemed it would take even longer. Every few steps Erik took, someone else needed help. Someone else needed saving. How could he pass them by? He stopped to drag someone else out of the water, gave CPR to someone even as they died in his arms. He kept moving, his hands shaking now. And then he saw it, the mess of thin black hair against pale skin. Erik cursed at the sight. He had found his friend, but a huge piece of the plane lay over him, trapping his legs. It didn’t help that it was all on fire.

“Dammit, I’m coming Harley!” Erik was by his friend in an instant, but he didn’t know what to do. He knelt down, checking his friend quickly for injuries. There was nothing, but the wreckage on him must have been growing hot, and there was a chance it might be crushing his legs….

“Just…hang on…” Erik said through gritted teeth as he dug his heels into the sand and grabbed the hot metal, struggling to lift it. Blood raced down the shard of metal from the sudden pressure on his body and sweat beaded his forehead from the heat of the flames, despite the light rain. With a final push Erik heaved the metal forward a few feet and dropped, panting, to his friend’s side. He grabbed Harley, and dragged him back, away from danger, but his job wasn’t quite done.

“One…second Harley…I’ll be..right back…” Really panting now, Erik nearly crawled back to the wreckage. The body of another man was there, a few feet from where Harley had been. He looked like he had been cut out of the front page of a modeling magazine. Erik quickly threw sand over the man’s torn shirt to douse the small fire that had started there. He figured the man wouldn’t take too kindly to his perfect figure getting burned. Hoping he wasn’t hurt too bad, Erik grabbed the guy under the arms and dragged him next to Harley. He checked his face, opening his eyes. The man seemed half conscious but alive.

Erik wiped his brown before looking over to Harley. He felt like shit. Utter shit.

“Heh….I…saved you. You…owe me.”

[GnomesAteMyCake]

"What about her...?

What about her indeed, Erik...

"Dude, put your seatbelt on...I don't like this..."

I don't like it either, Erik my friend.... all these lies... you see, I would put my belt on, but I'm scared that if I do I won't be able to get up in time if I need to unload my stomach contents into the nearest bathroom because you've been with me non-stop for the past five days and I haven't been able to have a smoke and I know you said you wanted me to stop but my god it's so hard and my body can't take it anymore...

Harley...

Harley S. Sharpe, what have you gotten yourself into?

Dammit, Harley...

Sorry Erik, I tried my best but there's a monkey on my back that I just can't shake off and right now he's tugging on me something fierce and he just needs. his. fix...

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"Heh...I... saved you. You... owe me."

Groaning at a burning pain from his waist down, Harley slowly opened his dark eyes only to squint them shut again at the onslaught of the sunlight above him. Raising an arm that felt like lead, he covered his delicate eyes before coughing harshly. As his coughs became more ragged, he rolled over to the side and threw up into the sand, his back shaking with the force of his coughs. He felt a hand between his shoulder-blades, and he welcomed the touch, his coughs becoming less frequent. Spitting the sour taste away, he looked over his shoulder, a small smirk on his otherwise serious face.

"Thanks man," he said, meaning for the comfort, not realising about Erik pulling him from the reckage of the plane. It was only when the thick column of smoke behind them caught his eye did he see the plane, the fire-light reflecting in his eyes as his face slowly transformed into one of horror. "I was...?"

Erik nodded, which caused Harley to retch again, turning his back on his friend so he wouldn't see. After a few moments, he felt like he'd gotten his breathing under control he turned back to Erik.

"You're right, Erik. I owe you," smirking, he looked his friend over when he saw the shrapnel shard embedding in his side, and the smile fell from his face as he turned settled on his knees, firey pain lacing up his thighs. Egnoring that, he focused on his younger friends injuries. Trying to pull the shirt away from Erik's skin so he could guess how deep the shard was in him, Harley nibbled his thin lips. His hands were shaking due to withdrawal, but he wasn't going to tell Erik that; the man would throw him headfirst into the flames.

"Kay, buddy, I'm gunna pull this sucker out. We'll wrap you up after that," he said, trying to convey some comfort to his friend as he gripped the metal. "Lie back." Placing a hand on Erik's shoulder, he gently pushed him to the sand, then kept it there to stop Erik from moving. "On three, okay? One-"

Pulling hard, the metal came free of his friend. While Erik let out a stream of curses, Harley threw the shard over his shoulder and loosened his tie, pulling it up over his head and balling it before pressing to Erik's side. "Let's say I'm starting to repay my debt now, eh?"

[melaniejane]

Gabriel woke to the feeling of cold water rushing across his shoulders.

Funny...I don't remember falling asleep in the bath...why does my head hurt so much...?

He opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of broken switches and small flashing lights. And water...ocean to be exact. He quickly took in his surroundings and remembered the crash...

He'd simply come to chat with the pilots, they had been chuckling about something when the storm hit. Rather than navigate his way back to his seat, he'd been advised to strap into the extra seat in the cockpit. The nose of the plane had been the first to impact the ocean and had he not been wearing his harness, he would've been thrown through the windshield and into the mercy of the ocean. Now he was lying on the floor of the cockpit with salt water leaking in. He finally gained enough bearings to stand up and checked on the pilots. The co-pilot was dead. His forehead split open on the steering wheel in front of him. But the pilot seemed to be breathing, although unconscious. He stumbled out into the main area of the plane and saw other members of the expedition slowly gaining consciousness as well.

"Is everyone alright?" he said loudly, speaking to everyone.

[Rose]

“FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK.” Erik gasped and writhed in the sand, his vision going a blinding white from the pain. He groaned and tried to roll away onto his side, but Harley’s hand held him firmly in place and kept the blood from pouring out.

“Hold still,” Harley scolded, and Erik bit his lip firmly, trying to calm his ragged breathing again. He was shaking, but so was his friend, he noticed. He swallowed hard and looked off to the side, watching the pieces of the plane on the beach burn as the bulk of it sank into the churning ocean. He forced a smile onto his pained face.

“I was kinda hoping the repaying would feel better than this, ya know?” Erik said, hoarse from the scream and smoke but smirking all the same. He nudged his friend a bit like they were still back in Africa digging up bones together and not sprawled out on a beach with a bunch of bodies.

“So, how does it look, Doc?” He asked, refusing to glance at his wound himself. His adrenaline was taking over again and he didn’t want to remind his brain what was really going on beneath Harley’s helpful hand….which was trembling. Erik did look down, then, and quickly back up to Harley, his face more serious as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, wincing.

“You…ok? You’re hands….And you’ve got that look on your face.” He looked over Harley like he could see fatal wounds through people’s clothing. “You better not be playing hero. What’s up? Where are you hurt? So help me god, Harley- if you’re dying under all those baggy clothes, I’ll kill you myself out of spite.”

[gingertree]

In and out. Denali thought to herself as she concentrated on the sound of the ocean. It was calming and easy on her ears. She listened to it blissfully making sure to take ever minute of it in. Denali had been drifting in and out of a dream state for a while. At the moment she was having trouble deciding if she was dreaming or not. Denali heard murmurs and crashes which was distracting her from the ocean and pulling her back to reality.Finally she was able to open her eyes for longer than a few seconds. The light made her eyes sting. She looked around through the haze and realized that she wasn't technically in the plane anymore. She was a few feets away from what remained of the plane. It confused her. She couldn't connect the dots on how she and the plane had gotten on this beach. Last thing Deanli remembered was that she had gone to sleep. She had taken a few sleeping pills, which helped her sleep through anything, because she wasn't the best with flying. She saw blood on her clothes and felt it on her face. Denali pushed some of the debris off of her legs and felt a sharp pain shoot up her leg. She was certain she had broken it but was determined to get out of the mess. Denali could see other people moving and was hoping that her eyes weren't play tricks on her.
"Is everyone alright?" she heard someone say.
Relief washed over her and took some of the worry off her battered mind. Her eyes darted to the man ready to respond. Everything Denali tried to do happened in slow motion. She couldn't get one of the seat off of her and she couldn't get get words to go from her head out of her mouth. Denali hadn't noticed how dry her mouth was until she tried to speak. She couldn't get the words out.
"I..I nee" Denali stopped and tried again. "I need help." she finally got out audibly.

[GnomesAteMyCake]

Harley's breath faltured at Erik's words. "You...okay? Your hands... and you've got that look on your face..." Suppressing a groan, Harley refused to meet his friends eyes, instead looking at his traitorous, trembling hands as he attempted to push up Erik's shirt so he could see the cut better.

How'd he guess? Sure, Harley'd try to quit before because Erik wanted him to, and he had for a while...if anyone knew what withdrawal symptoms looked like, it was the man before him, but he'd only ever seen Harley at his worst, no way he'd have guessed already...

“You better not be playing hero. What’s up? Where are you hurt? So help me god, Harley- if you’re dying under all those baggy clothes, I’ll kill you myself out of spite.”

Letting out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding, Harley let out a rare bark of laughter, grinning lop-sidedly at his friend. "Okay, so we survive a planecrash, you get stabbed in the side by a shard of the plane, and the only thing you can think of saying is how skinny I am? We can't all be muscle-bound freaks like you, 'Erie,'" Harley countered back, using the nickname he'd given Erik a few months ago which he hated. "I'm thinking twice about helping you know, so do the beach a favour and shut up a sec while I check you out."

Now that he knew that he hadn't been found out, Harley lifted Erik's shirt carefully away from his wound, pulling his once spotless cream tie away from it, and whistled at the cut. It wasn't very big, but quite deep. He pressed a finger lightly to the inflamed flesh around it and Erik flinced, hissing sharpley in pain. "Sorry bud," Harley muttered distractedly, looking back on the sand for the shard he'd pulled out. Picking up the offending peice of metal, he looked at the sharpened end that had been embedded in his friends muscle. The bottom inch or so was stained with Erik's blood, making Harley bite his cheek.

"Man, we need some first aid kits..." he muttered to himself, looking at the burning plane behind him. The flames were beginning to burn themselves out, so he could risk going inside to look around and see if there was anything worth salvaging. It would be quite another thing to convince Erik to let him go. Turning back to his friend, he smiled wickedly; Harley knew that he didn't have the face that could pull off the puppy-dog. His cheeks were too gaunt and his eyes too haunted. However, he usually managed to get his own way by tapping into his friends own sense of mischief.

"Betcha I can get in there and find one before your friend here wakes up," he said, motioning to the semi-conscious man not far from them. He was pretty good-looking for a dude; the perfect gambling peice. "No doubt you want some 'alone time' with him anyway." Winking, Harley raised himself shakily to his feet, his rolled up shirt sleeves hanging down around his hands. He re-rolled the baggy sleeves up, his arms pale and stick-like next to the black, thick sleeved shirt. Maybe I have lost a load of weight resently...

"Be right back Erie! Go get him tiger," he tossed over his shoulder as he picked his way over to the plane, his hands stuffed in his pockets, wishing he'd thought of something better to use than his tie to stop his friend from bleeding out; he felt naked without one. Still, there was one thing that he wanted more than a tie... but that chances of him getting it now were low. Low indeed.

Harley Sharpe, once again, was going cold turkey.

[melaniejane]

"I..I nee...I need help."

A voice quickly caught Gabriel's attention and he climbed over the debris to find a young woman lying on the ground. He helped her into a sitting position, propping her up with his arm.

He had made it a point to greet every member of the expedition personally so while they may have not all met each other, they all knew him and he knew them.

"Denali, right? Can you tell me where it hurts?"

[Rose]

Adalia heard voices through the haze in her mind. Someone was yelling, or calling out, maybe a name or a question. Her head hurt and it was taking her longer than usual to process the English everyone was saying.

“Scheiße…” She muttered, rubbing the side of her head. She was about to stand when she noticed her pale fingers were stained red with blood. They flew back to her temple, dabbing around for a wound. What she found was little more than a scratch, but it took everything out of Adalia not to scream. What modeling agency would want her with a huge scar on her face? What director? What man?

“Scheiße! Scheiß! Scheiß!” She cried, slamming her hands against the broken seat that was half on top of her. She shoved it aside and clamored to her feet, swaying dizzily.

There were people moving about the wreckage, many of them looking dazed or injured. Adalia tried not to think about the terrible crash, how people were thrown about the cabin, slammed against the ceiling. She tried not to remember all the screaming and crying and the helplessness as the air rushed by the plummeting plane… Adalia just stood there, staring blankly at the torn apart plane and everyone in it. Her face was drained of even more color than usual and her hands shook terribly. She was uninjured, remarkably, but as a girl who had never even a broken a bone and had certainly never faced hardship, this was the most terrifying situation she could ever imagine. The German woman swallowed hard, frozen from shock. She didn’t even notice the water, or the sound of waves outside.

[Rose]

“Shit…” Erik muttered, trying to sit up. He thought maybe he could scramble after Harley to stop him or at least go with him, do anything but sit there uselessly, but his side stung in protest and his friend was already half way to the plane. He sat back with a resigned sigh, glaring off in Harley’s direction.

“Be careful, you idiot! And grab any bags you see! We might need them!” Even in the terrible state he was in, Erik was able to keep a clear head. Years of getting beaten and bullied and jumped kept him thinking on his feet at all times. He could be missing an arm and still be barking orders. Watching too many survival shows and having a military father helped, too. Erik didn’t know how far help was or how long they’d be stuck on the beach, but he was sure having some of the bags people had brought would be helpful.

”I’m giving him ten minutes in there, tops,” Erik thought, glancing at the half-submerged haul of the plane. He tried not to worry. However many jokes he made about how skinny or useless or stupid his friend was, he knew that if anyone could take care of himself, it was Harley. Erik looked up to him for all the strength he had, for how brave he had to be in the past and now. If there was anyone in the world he trusted his life with, it was Harley. Still… ”Five minutes, dammit. Five. Then I’m going in there.”

Erik heard a low groan beside him and raised an eyebrow, glancing to his left. The godly man beside him wasn’t showing that he had much life in him, but the pathetic sound escaping his lips told Erik he wasn’t dead, at least.

“Heyyy there, buddy...You awake?” Erik asked, leaning onto his elbow and over the man’s head. He tried to hold back a smirk- it was such an inappropriate time and all- but he couldn’t help but chuckle at the image Harley’s words left in his mind. Shaking his head, Erik prodded the half-conscious man, then shook his shoulder a bit. “Come on Sunshine, let me know you aren’t brain-dead. What a waste of flesh that would be.”

[gingertree]

Denali looked at Gabriel. She was relieved that someone had heard her. Denali wasn't quite stable yet but she was working on it.
"Denali, right? Can you tell me where it hurts?"
Denali nodded slowly. "Yeah my leg." She tilted her head towards the leg that was under a chair and what looked like the remains of a body. "I can't get it out from under this crap." She said in an agitated tone. This wasn't what she had signed up for. Denali took a few deep breaths and looked back at Gabriel.
"What exactly happened here?" Denali felt dumb for asking but she needed to fill in the gaps of memory so she could later write it down.