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    The Lost Word – Chapter 5

    Story written on May 1, 2007 by The L Word RPG.
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    The L Word characters on the Lost island!

    »As quickly as Shane had mentioned water her son was up off the ground and ready to go get some. Jared was quick to follow, but Paige stretched her long arm out and grabbed him by his shirt tail. “I just found you, so don’t blame me for wanting to keep you near for awhile.”»

    She got all the way to the main fuselage of the plane, or what was left of it, and started rummaging through luggage for clothing that we can tear into bandages. Phyllis made quick time of finding plenty of material and she stuffed it all into a nearby satchel and put it over her shoulder. The beverage cart was rather easy to find as well. It was still mostly intact, just turned on it’s side. There was one problem though. The mangled body of what appeared to be one of the pilots was strewn across the cart. "If I was any less of a lady I’d be swearing right now. Dammit."

    Phyllis looked around and grabbed the nearest able bodied man. "Help me with this, we need fresh water." Sadly it was the same man from before whose wife had died partly because of her.

    "Go fuck yourself," was his simple reply.

    It took a few minutes for her to recover from his rudeness, but hands on hips, Phyllis was starting to form a new plan. The doctor wanted water and she would have it. Nearby was a long piece of metal, smooth on one side where she could grab it without cutting herself. Phyllis put one side of the metal bar under the deceased pilot’s legs and put the other side on her shoulder. Bending at the knees she pushed as hard as she could. He budged slightly so she pushed again and again until finally the cart was free. Phyllis filled the remaining empty space in her satchel with bottled water and made her way quickly back to Charlene.

    Shay McCutcheon

    He was bounds away as soon as Paige had finished speaking. I’ll look for water around the plane first, he thought, moving so close to the burning wreckage that the heat was searing. The entire section of fuselage was now in flames, including the wing he’d slid down.

    His mind shifted to the leg wound where the jagged wing had cut. He was pretty sure it was bleeding again, but that wasn’t his priority now. He had seen the blood on his mom’s shirt, and she was all he could think about.

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    1. Ha!! Papi iz supa funny to me . . . Im excited about the rest so don’t keep diz tomboy waitin ne longer!! Whelp, like alwayz from me, Baby-gurlz, LYLAS ;-p . . . Stank . . . Da’ one and only, chickaz!

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