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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.”»

    Shane McCutcheon

    "Kian…" Shane said quietly, her voice hoarse from thirst. "Don’t go…"

    She moved a little, breathing slowly and she touched her lips with the tip of her tongue, feeling the liquid on them.

    Jenny Schecter

    "Another migraine." she sputtered lowly, a hand reaching up to rub away the pounding feeling in her head, "And, of course, I don’t have my pills. Damn it."

    Jenny staggered from palm tree to palm tree until she managed to get her balance back, moving with swiftness along the sandy beach. The sunlight was more than likely a cause to her head pounding, not to mention the fact she had just gone through a plane crash and survived. She hated the migraines and longed for her pills. Schecter had tried everything in the past to get rid of the proverbial pain in her ass, from acupuncture to various pills. Nothing worked, until her therapist prescribed the new drug Trexima. It took all her problems away!

    Unfortunately, she had become rather addicted to them as well. But no one bothered to notice, not even that blasted therapist of hers. Groaning lowly, the dark-haired woman moved along the beach, her ears perking to the sounds of shouts in crashing water. Squinting her sea blue hues, a hand hovering over her eyes to get a better look at the ocean, did she see three people about 100 meters away.

    Without really thing, Jen ran towards the water, waves lapping around her ankles as she moved to help them. "Hey! Do you guys need help?!" she called, wading through the water despite the question she asked. One way or the other, she was going to help them out.

    Eva “Papi” Torres

    Xena wouldn’t stand for this shit and neither would Papi, it would seem. She rolled her eyes at both Carmen and the other woman they had been trying to save, and then positioned herself in between the two women. Putting an arm around both of their waists to hold them up, she said, "I’m starting to get wrinkly from the water, let’s go. Kick those legs ladies, I’ll steer."

    Papi was utterly exhausted by the time they got close enough to the shore to stand up. With the last little bit of strength she had she gave one last push to the two women she was helping and then dropped to her knees to catch her breath. "Help…them," she asked of the petite blue-eyed woman standing in the tide. "And don’t hit me…"

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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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