Passing Faces (Open)

[Shannon Rutherford]

Shannon was sat in the lounge of the airport underneath the boarding board, her blue eyes flicked up occasionally from her vogue magazine to check to see if her flight had moved up. She wore a sour expression on her face as she turned the page of her magazine, she had had a difficult few days but she had managed to pull through, her brother on the other hand was suffering more than she. Shannon frowned as she remembered the events of the night before; she knew she had taken things too far in her attempt to keep her brother from hating and disowning her. But she couldn’t help herself, she would do anything to ensure she got what she wanted.

The events the last few days didn’t show too much on Shannon’s fresh face, there was only a light purple mark in her hair line where her ex had hit her to make her con seem more real to Boone. She was wearing dark jeans and a plain white top, sun glasses rested on her head. To the right of her sat her extra large suit case and her brother’s small over night suitcase, her brother had disappeared to find a coffee stand and Shannon would not deny she wasn’t glad of the space; he was starting to grate on her nerves with his persistent mumbling.

Shannon glanced up as a voice came over the speakers announcing the last boarding call for flight 812; she smiled not long now until she could get on the flight and soon be back in America. She planned on going back to Ballet, she knew her dreams of performing where shattered but teaching was always on the agenda. Her life loomed in front of her boring and loveless, the fact that she had had her dream snatched away from her built up resentment inside of her and the sour expression covered her face again.

Passengers rushed passed her caught up in their own lives, Shannon couldn’t help but feel she was being left behind by the rest of the world as she sat there watching…

[Robin Star]

"Okay Sir, here's you're ticket...have a pleasent flight" Said a woman at the reception office who had just given a twenty six year old man a small ticket. "Thank you very much" the man said to the woman before stowing the small piece of card in his dark blue jean pockets. Glancing around the grey shirted and dark red leather jacketed man lifted his rather large but not too large suitcase and walked over to towards an area where a bunch of waiting seats were including some waiting people.

After a quick glance over all the faces there was one that stood out a litte more, a young woman, nineteen? twenty? possibily twenty one...she looked blonde and attractive but Robin didn't take heed of that as his eyes fixated over a few more men and women who were waiting to board the plane. Wait what the plane's number again? 815...ah yes that was it. The Oceanic flight 815. He was going to be boarding the plane to a pay little trip over sea to spend a six week vacation despite the declines he put forward to his commanding officer he had eventually agreed to have a break.

Yes, Robin Star was an accomplished young fighter pilot and only 26 years old! quite a feat but he didn't think there was much in it, he wasn't a man that took pride in his abilities much but he did know he was okay in the thingypit of most if not all aircrafts in the modern era. Robin then sat himself down on one of the chairs that was just a left of being completely opposite to the girl he had spotted just moments before, Robin placed the suitcase by his blue and grey trainered shoes to await the time for his plane.

[Jack Shephard]

"No, look, you don't understand. I was told on the phone that I was able to get this on the plane, and--"

This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening, Jack Shephard thought silently as he resisted the urge to pull his already short hair out by the roots. Of course everything had to have gone smooth until the last god-damned minute. Of course. That was the way of the world, and moreso when things like death happened. Everything spiraled out of control into one big giant cluster fuck. Just my luck, Jack thought silently. Completely and utterly my luck.

"Told by whom, sir?"

It was getting harder and harder to be calm and friendly with this woman. Was she stupid? Was she new? Jack didn't know and really didn't care. "Becky, okay?! Her name was Becky. She works in the customs department. She told me personally over the phone that I'd be able to get this--"

"Sir, Becky must have been mistaken, our policy states--"

"I don't CARE what your policy states! I was TOLD this could happen, and I want it happening! I want my ticket!"

"Sir--Sir, please lower your voice. I need to make a phone call."

Jack sighed out harshly, pressing his head in his hands. He could feel a migraine brewing, and he felt a sigh escape his lips as he listened half-interested, until he heard the click of the telephone being hung back up. His head shot up, fingers stopping their massage on his temples.

"We can't sir, I'm sorry. We cannot put your baggage on the plane."

"What do you mean you wont put it on the plane?" Jack asked, shocked. He had been at the hotel, spoken to customs directly. Someone named Becky. High up, Jack had remembered. "I-I don't--" Jack stuttered, shock and frustration rising to the surface.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shephard, but Oceanic Airlines policy is that the body must have the proper documentation. There's just no latitude--"

"No latitude?!" Jack exclaimed, scoffing as he looked to the side of him, as if someone would pop out and scream 'SURPRISE!' and everything would be fine, like a really inappropriate episode of PUNK'D. "Look, look, you can't do this to me now." Jack said seriously, anger boiling inside of him. "You can't, okay? I'm ready to go. I'm ready to go right now."

"Perhaps another carrier--"

"NO!" Jack's yell probably could have been heard through the entire airport, his hand slamming down onto the ticket counter. Flower-covered pens in a small Oceanic Airlines cup toppled to the floor with a clatter. Tears burned in the back of his eyes, and he could taste the bile in the back of his throat. He swallowed it down, and looked at the woman, his voice lowered.

"I want you to listen to me, okay? Because I'm asking you a favour." Jack glanced at the woman's name tag. "Chrissy. I'm standing in front of you in the same suit I'm wearing to my father's funeral, okay? My father died two days ago. I'm asking you for a favour. In 16 hours, I need to land at LAX, and I need that coffin to clear customs because outside LAX, there's going to be a hearse waiting. And I need that hearse to take that coffin and I to a cemetery." He saw the look of confusion on Chrissy's face, and he continued.

"Why? Why, Chrissy, can't I just bring him to a funeral home and make all the arrangements? Why can't I really take my time and think about it? Why can't I just--just let it all sink in and let it just happen the way that it was supposed to happen? Because I need it to be done, Chrissy. I need it to be over. I just--" Jack looked down at the counter, and then back up at Chrissy. "I just need to bury my father, Chrissy, and I would really really appreciate it if you'd help me do that."

He could see the sharp hint of tears in Chrissy's eyes, and she looked at the phone, then at Jack. "Let me make one more phone call, Mr. Shephard." Her voice was soft, delicate, as if she knew the feeling well.

"Jack. My name's Jack."

"Jack." Jack watched as she smiled only slightly, and then picked up the phone, dialing.

"Thank you, Chrissy."

Five minutes later, Jack clutched onto the ticket in one hand, and adjusting his bag on his shoulder with the other. "Thank you again, Chrissy. You've just changed my life." He spoke over his shoulder as he walked away from the ticket counter. He heard 'good luck, Jack' in a reply. A drink sounded perfect, but he found himself sighing out, sitting down loudly into one of the chairs in the lounge near the gate and with a sigh, he brought his head into his hands. He heard the ring of a phone, and he reached into his suit pocket, pulling out the cellphone. He brought a hand up, rubbing tiredly at his eyes as he answered the phone.

"Yeah, Shephard. Oh, hi Mom. Yeah. Yeah, I'm at the airport, now. No, I had some trouble getting the casket on the plane, but it's fine now, and I'm just tired. I've slept about 9 hours in the past 3 days. Will the herse be waiting? Good. Yeah, I know, Mom. What else can I do but this? You don't need to be proud of me, Mom, he always said that he wanted to be in the ground before rigor mortis wore off, I'm just following his wishes." He felt a sad smile cross his lips. "I know, Mom. I know. Look, I gotta go take care of some stuff before we board. Yeah. I love you, too, Mom. I'll see you soon, okay? Bye."

A sigh escaped Jack's lips as he clicked the phone shut, moving to pocket the phone once more before moving to lay his head in his hands. Soon, it would be over. Soon, all of the weight would be lifted off his shoulders and he'd be able to breathe. Maybe he'd take a vacation. Maybe he'd go somewhere where no-one knew who he was, what he had been through. The thought of Thailand ran through his head , and he figured it was always an option.

There'd be just him and the ocean. It'd be wonderful. Perfect.

If only life could be that easy.

[Hope Demi]

Pants, T-shirt, Sweatshirt , Shoes, Backpack

Hope sat on a bench in the Sydney Airport She looked around at everyone else, on her head were a set of headphones as she listened to her CDs. The seventeen year old already had her ticket they had ordered it beforehand. She had gotten a 100 pack of AA batteries to take along on the plane with her. There she sat wearing black Pants with a bunch of zippers on them a black t-shirt with characters from Invader zim on it, along with a black and white striped hooded sweatshirt. She wore pink and black checkered slip ons on her feet with no socks. On her back was the backpack she was going to use for carry on. Her luggage had already gone to be loaded onto the plane.

She looked over at her older brothers who were laughing and pointing at her, well at least Lucas was, he was the more obnoxious of the two. Hope glared back she looked over at her father who was talking on a cell phone. Hope lifted one of her headphone's off of her ear to listen in on the conversation.

"She's a terror, I hope you can handle her Elisa, she has enough stuff to keep her busy hopefully to keep her out of trouble" He said.

Hope had heard enough. That's all she's been known as a terror, at least thats what her father always called her. When Hope was born her mother died and She was the one blamed for it because her mother couldn't handle another child and Hope surprised them. They didn't believe in abortion so Hope was born. Hope's mother was the one who named her "Hope for the best". Hope grew up looking like a clone of her mother, no joke. Well According to the pictures Hope had seen.

Hope although really smart, was stuck in her siblings shadows. They all blamed her for causing her mother's death so to gain attention Hope indeed caused trouble. They called her a "monster" so she acted like one. She was also Blamed for her stepmother's death, although she didn't even do anything.

Hope stood up to look at the schedule for take off. She looked at all the planes that were leaving Sydney that day. She was on Oceanic Flight 815 to Los Angeles, where her Aunt Lived. They couldn't deal with her at home so they sent her to live with her aunt.

"God damn it Hope, we got you here so get out of our faces." Her father yelled he was off of his phone.

"Well thats a nice goodbye" Hope yelled back Sarcastically. "My name is Shadow, Hope is dead"

Shadow put her CD player angrily into her back pack, and zipped it up.

"Oh so scary hah Shadow" Lucas teased. "What kind of name is that, that's all you ever were anyway a Shadow"

Hope glared at them.

"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU ALL!" Hope yelled as she stormed off, they eventually left.

The teen fell down onto a bench Far form where her family had been previously. She had tears in her eyes not of sadness but a mix of relief and happiness, she finally said it, the phrase she had been dying to say forever. And she actually embarrassed them, well she hoped, they deserved it.

[natasha valentine]

Break out! Let the party start

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Natasha was having one of those days when you just wanted to crawl in bed and sleep for a few days. She was dead tired, youd think some one who has been doing this for almost 2 years now would be used to the long schedules, short sleep times and being hastled 24/7. But for Natasha every day felt like the first. She was at the top of her fame, her first album had all ready gone double platinum, her TV show had some of the highest ratings and her tour set world records for selling out the fastest. Her last leg of the tour was in Australia and her last concert was in Sydney, mostly so they could finish and go straight to the air port to catch a flight back to LA. She was supposed to go back and take care of things involving her mom and brother, she still could not believe they were dead.

She didnt want to finish her tour, she wanted to go straight home after it happened but her dad convinced her to finish so she didnt dissapoint people. She had just finished the last concert of the tour and was on to a photo shoot, then an interview, then a meet and greet then a small concert at a radio station that since word got out was not going to be a small concert.

She hadent had enough time to eat a huge proper meal like she should so she felt her energy lacking and was glad she was finally done with her crazy day. The limo pulled up infront of the Checking area and Natasha slipped on a pair of big aviator sunglasses. She didnt know why her dad was making her take a normal plane back to LA. Apparently her private Jet had an engine issue so it couldnt come get her. She could take being normal for a day though, its not like it would killer her.

She had a security escort to the ticket counter and was surprised to see she only got stopped a few times for pictures and autographs. She could feel a slight head ache coming on as she stood at the counter. Apparently she was trying to bring to many bags on and was glad that she was having her entire wardrobe and such shipped over so she wasent really checking anything. But she wound up having to check her big hard pink suit case. She sighed and made her her hard guitar case was strapped nice and tight and ductaped on so it wouldnt go any where. She wasent a big fan of flying. They got their tickets and were taken threw security quickly and back to the terminal where no one with out a ticket could hastle her for an autograph.

She sat 1 seat away from a guy in a red leather jacket and looked up at her dad as he rubbed her shoulder. "You ok?

[/b] He asked softly and she shrugged a bit. She felt a little shaky and he asked if she checked her blood sugar yet. She said no so he went to go get her some food so she could eat and check it. It sucked being diabetic and she still wasent used to it. She hadent had it for that long so she was getting used to all the bad feelings she got when she didnt eat right or when she was supposed to. She opened her back pack and tugged out a binder that had a bunch of music sheets in it and started writing down some words that she had floating around her head.

She put her sunglasses ontop of her head and ran a hand threw her chocolate brown curls. She rested her head on her hand and closed her eyes a bit and started to fall asleep, that was until her elbow slipped and knocked the binder off her leg and sent music sheets and pictures scatterd across the floor. The pop star sighed and slid to her knees and started picking up pictures of her performing with her dad and pics of the family and her and her mom and brother. She still couldnt believe they were gone. She bit her lip as she kept picking up paper and pictures, this was slightly embaressing.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Robin Star]

Robin's eyes in the direction of the floor his ears filling with conversations of many sorts but occasionally he could get a few words from sentence if he concentrated enough, yeah it was kinda of eavesdropping but who would know? He heard the conversation a man's phone who really appeared to be someone who hadn't slept in days and his phonecall had confirmed. He pitied the man softly in his heart and mind but his ears perked up to another conversation or rather argument.

I HATE YOU I HATE YOU ALL! Robin rose his head to those words and watched a young girl stormed away from a group of people, presumably her family. He felt sorry for the young girl and wanted to go over and comfort her but it might be a bit off or suspicious to try and comfort her, she may take it the wrong way. The young fighter pilot heaved a sigh as he leaned back in his seat, tipping his head back and closing his eyes as he did so.

However his short rest didn't last long when he heard the sound of flying and scraping paper moving around the air. He lifted his head along with his eyes in the direction of the source and found a young girl seated next to him picking up sheets and stuff from the ground she probably dropped. Being the nice guy he was Robin slowly got off his chair and crouched down near the girl and began collecting some of her things. "butter things?" he asked with attemping to lighten the mood as he held out a few of the papers in one of his hands out towards the girl to take. His eyes had diverted from looking directly at the papers since it would of been rude for him to see other people's personal things.

[natasha valentine]

Natasha stopped for a second to look at some of the pictures that had spilled on the ground and they brought a smile to her face. She missed the good old times. She missed her mom more then anything though. She was spacing out so much that she jumped a bit when she heard some one speak to her and she blushed a bit out of embaressment and laughed a bit with a small shrug. "Guess so. But when your as tired as I am I think everything turns to butter." The young pop star spoke with a small sigh as she finished scooping the pictures up and slid them into a slot in her binder and softly took the music sheets from him and picked up the rest as she sat on the floor and tried to rearange them to the order they were supposed to be in.

She finally got them in the right song order and slipped the binder backi n her bag and sat back on the chair turning to the man. "Im Natasha Valentine." She was so used to hearing her own name be said all the time that it didnt really phase her when she said it. Some times she wished she could change her apperance and name just to be normal, she would love to be normal for a change. No crowds, no paparazzi, no pressure. Just down time. Her dad returned with chicken strips and french fries and she excused her self softly from her seat and walked over to a small table so she could eat. It only took her a few minutes, she didnt eat fast but she didnt eat all the fries, just the chicken strips and a few fries.

She came back over and sat down and took a case out of her back pack and checked her blood sugar and did the things she had to, to make sure everything was ok. "Sorry." She always hated checking her blood sugar infront of people because she was slightly embaressed by it. It looked weird in her oppinion and probably weird to other people. She ran a hand threw her chocolate brown hair as her foot tapped against the ground a bit and she looked down at her converse. She didnt really like flying in really big planes. She liked her private jet or her tour bus. She tried to take her big rock star tour bus every where she could, but that was back in America. So she was going to have to face one of her fears. She didnt like it that much.

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[Hope Demi]

She was listening to her "Yellowcard" CD. One of the bands she really liked. Their first CD "Ocean Avenue" Was the one she had in her CD player, "Yellowcard' was a band From America. Hope liked their use of the violin in some of their songs it gave the songs a more interesting sound, kind of exotic actually.

"Oceanic 815 boarding now" The voice over the intercom said.

Hope wiped her eyes and got up off of the bench, she had her headphones around her neck and her CD player in hand, at the moment it was off. She swung her red backpack over her sholders. And headed toward the metal detectors, as she passed other passangers on the way.

Many other passangers were from other flights some from her own though she didn't know who exactly, hope observed a few of them. She noticed a guy talking to a girl who looked like a teenager herself. The guy and girl weren't too far from where hope had been sitting previously. The girl had dropped something and the guy was helping her out. Then there was a man who looked very tired for some reason, like he hadn't slept in days. She then glanced over at another girl she was younger than the guy but older than Hope at least that's what it looked like. The woman had been covering her face.

The teen looked at her ticket and examined it. As she went into the metal detector line.

(Hope's story ends here but continues on the flight "Away, Away from here I'll be")

[Robin Star]

Robin nodded at the girl and let out a small laugh "Yeah i know the feeling, well i'll be suprised if no one knew the feeling" he joked as he watched the girl put her stuff back into there respectful places. The pilot unbent his legs to sit back at where he was previously his eyes still on the girl incase she wanted to carry a conversation however something was familar about the girl, he couldn't place it. Natasha Valentine Ah that's it, well not completely. He knew that she was some kind of young singer but he wasn't overly sure since he didn't follow the 'latest number one' or that kind of thing. "Robin Star" he said introducing himself since it would be rude and unusual to not introduce yourself after someone else has.

The pilot's eyes drifted over to a man who had given Natasha some food, probably her father or brother or some kind close friend or family member he concluded. His eyebrow a little when the girl exscused herself and went off towards a nearby table, Robin couldn't help but smile slightly. His sight moved to the floor, the ceiling, the windows and pratically everywhere as he waited for someone and soon enough something happened. Natasha had came back over and apoligized, he was about to respond but he noticed that she had gotten some items out. His head pounded itself into remembering what they were and he believed that they were something for monitering sugar levels in the blood. Well she is a pop star he thought to himself midly. Now back to her old words, "It's alright" he reassured as his head turned to face Natasha once more.

Then the sudden buzz of the announcer's voice came over the airport speakers announcing Flight 815's soon departure. "Look's like it's time to get going" he said with a smile. "Do you need help with carrying anything?" he asked nicely before standing up.