[From here, (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/938786.html?thread=71067682#t71067682) if that's okay? If not I can delete and repost later.]
This one was far longer than the previous corridors, a wider variety of doors dotting it's walls and crowded with people both in uniform and in strange, mismatched costumes. Claire squinted into the distance. Was that man in one of those old fashioned hats? The one from...from...
No matter how long she stared the name never came to her. It was a film. A really popular one, she knew that much. An adventure film. A pang of frustration sprang into her chest. She felt so foolish, she could see the movie in her head and flip through the scenes, remember the faces but not the title. None of the character's names. It was funny how much could be erased in three short years.
There were enough torches on in this corridor that Claire needn't watch her step in the dark. What the hell was going on here? Why would the Others set them all loose? It completely defeated the purpose of locking them up. Nothing was making sense. The nurses, the uniforms, the costumes half the people wore. How everyone was treating this like a routine jog. Look at them! Pausing to chat with every passerby and strolling at a shopping pace. And if they weren't prisoners, then why weren't they trying to kill her? The only other people on the island were either Others or from the submarine, neither of which was too fond of her. And there was no way you could fit this many people on a submarine. Or - well, so she thought. The one at the docks hadn't seemed big enough for the job.
Big enough for eight, though. Just not enough room for her.
The frustration blossomed and grew fiery, painful. Claire had to pause to breathe, pushing back livid tears and visions of Sawyer slamming the door behind her back while she was shot down their attackers. While she was protecting them. And they just left. Even after Kate had promised and Jack found out that they were family. Hurley.
This was useless. She sniffed and scrubbed away what little tears did escape with the heel of her palm. She had to keep moving. She needed to get out, right now. There was no time for fits or anger, no matter how much it made her want to scream.
Yet try as she might, she couldn't push it away. She strode forward with her eyes straight ahead, a dock and the sea swallowing the image of the corridor and gunshots buffeting her ears. Claire's cheeks grew hot, an ugly hurt drawing lines in her face.
Then something bumped against her knee. Small and dark. Human.
"Augh! - Get out of..."
Claire froze. Blinked down at the figures before her. One had blue hair and a baby face, the top of her head level with her nose. The other didn't even reach her shoulder.
[Lost Spoilers]
This one was far longer than the previous corridors, a wider variety of doors dotting it's walls and crowded with people both in uniform and in strange, mismatched costumes. Claire squinted into the distance. Was that man in one of those old fashioned hats? The one from...from...
No matter how long she stared the name never came to her. It was a film. A really popular one, she knew that much. An adventure film. A pang of frustration sprang into her chest. She felt so foolish, she could see the movie in her head and flip through the scenes, remember the faces but not the title. None of the character's names. It was funny how much could be erased in three short years.
There were enough torches on in this corridor that Claire needn't watch her step in the dark. What the hell was going on here? Why would the Others set them all loose? It completely defeated the purpose of locking them up. Nothing was making sense. The nurses, the uniforms, the costumes half the people wore. How everyone was treating this like a routine jog. Look at them! Pausing to chat with every passerby and strolling at a shopping pace. And if they weren't prisoners, then why weren't they trying to kill her? The only other people on the island were either Others or from the submarine, neither of which was too fond of her. And there was no way you could fit this many people on a submarine. Or - well, so she thought. The one at the docks hadn't seemed big enough for the job.
Big enough for eight, though. Just not enough room for her.
The frustration blossomed and grew fiery, painful. Claire had to pause to breathe, pushing back livid tears and visions of Sawyer slamming the door behind her back while she was shot down their attackers. While she was protecting them. And they just left. Even after Kate had promised and Jack found out that they were family. Hurley.
This was useless. She sniffed and scrubbed away what little tears did escape with the heel of her palm. She had to keep moving. She needed to get out, right now. There was no time for fits or anger, no matter how much it made her want to scream.
Yet try as she might, she couldn't push it away. She strode forward with her eyes straight ahead, a dock and the sea swallowing the image of the corridor and gunshots buffeting her ears. Claire's cheeks grew hot, an ugly hurt drawing lines in her face.
Then something bumped against her knee. Small and dark. Human.
"Augh! - Get out of..."
Claire froze. Blinked down at the figures before her. One had blue hair and a baby face, the top of her head level with her nose. The other didn't even reach her shoulder.
They were children.