Lost Dressing Room

*Ilana frolicks through the jungle, chasing a fluffy white bunny.*

C'mere, you! Om nom nom.

The new Role Praise meme is up! Go and spread love for your fellow players in the Lost canon!

eta to add the damn link /fails

 [He will be drinking green tea,  sitting on a step near the entry of the Temple]
I will never drink alcohol again

Ouch.

Kate emerges from the woods, pressing her right hand on a spot on her head. She's obviously in pain but not too badly hurt, just annoyed.

Where is a doctor when you need one?

*Feeling particularly cray today, Ilana decides to go off into the jungle and throw rocks at birds. That is until she hits something that most definitely isn't a bird.*

*The last thing he remembers is pwning a metal door with his face.*

Richard is out in the jungle looking at dirt again.

He has his reasons, but unless you're Jacob he probably won't tell you.

Cindy Chandler looks out at the sea of death before her. The Temple inhabitants who chose to stay behind were dead. Bodies littered the courtyard, all worn and broken.

"Hello, Cindy."

She turns around suddenly at the sound of a familiar voice. A voice she could have sworn belonged to a dead man.

This is Jacob. This is also his unamused and he-will-cut-you-if-you-come-near face.