Post by samantha on Jan 15, 2012 11:05:01 GMT -5
ROUSSEAU, SAMANTHA LEIGH
Oceanic Flight 192 Ship Manifest - - - -
Ticket purchased for SAMANTHA ROUSSEAU, at the age of NINETEEN.
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Character Face-Claim: megan fox.
Avatar Image: here, here, and here.
Estimated Level of Activity: will be going back to college soon, but otherwise active.[/ul]
CHARACTER VISION:Initially I was more so drawn towards the con-artist, since lets face it, those guys are always fun to play. But after looking over the canons a second time I decided on Samantha, namely because I liked where her growth could go. I think the key thing she's got to work with right now would be the fact that while she's been released from Juvenile Hall, she doesn't have family, and she basically killed someone that she cares for deeply. While her front, and what she believes, is that what she did was right, theres always going to be that sensation of second guessing going through her mind. Whether if what she did was right, if he really wanted to die, or if it was the medication talking.
I think being on the island will not only help her come to terms with the lack of family she has, but that she doesn't always need someone looking out for her and that while she's always been tough, and won't allow someone to walk over her, she can rely on herself more. I could see her even truly, coming to terms with what she did, but her grandfather's death and her family not only putting her in Juvie, but disowning her as well. Besides this, I see her sort of forgetting the whole beauty thing about her, something which she's relied on so heavily growing up, and getting in touch with her inner self (again more self growth and trust in others).
Otherwise, I think it'll also be fun to sort of see her go between the inner struggle of dealing with the bad boy and the doctor, since both appeal to her for different reasons. And I think depending on what happens there, will be another sort of step in the direction of her own development and growth as she spends her time on the island. Plus, I see her just on her own, not wanting to be someone who is useless and a burden, and instead will do what she can when she can, whenever she can do it. Once again, displaying that she's not just some pretty girl but someone who is in fact intelligent and organized and fit to be part of the group.
'WHO'S WHO?' BLURB:Meet Samantha Leigh Rousseau, she's got some decent looks and she's not afraid to use them if it means getting something her way. She was taught the whole, if you've got it then flaunt it, something which her mother heavily displayed after the divorce, however it was her grandparents that taught her that there were more than just looks to her. Samantha, or Sam, as she prefers to be called is a tough cookie, she won't take anything lying down and on top of that she's intelligent. She's done things in her past she regrets, and things she doesn't, like killing her grandfather when he was suffering. She would never regret giving her grandfather, who was more of a father to her than her actual father, a peaceful ending to his sick life, even if that meant in the end she was sent to juvie and she lost whatever family she did have. She figures the only time you should feel guilty is when you know you've done wrong, and as Sam see's it, she saved him, she didn't murder him.
WRITTEN AUDITION:Oh no. No, no, no. This didn't happen, this didn't just randomly happen to people out of the blue, and it certainly wasn't something that she had signed up for when she got on the plane. She could forget about the searing pain, and the sensation of liquid that dripped down her back at the time, because as she shakily stood there, the sights and smells she was inhaling were enough to keep her distracted. That and the fact that she'd managed to do a good number on her back from the explosion had yet to really properly go through her mind. Sam had been to juvie, she'd been to a place that for three years of her life she'd considered a living hell, but as she looked around this sandy beach, with the bodys laying about and the horrid smell of oozing gas and fire, she wasn't sure she'd ever quite experienced death in a manner like this.
The only other time Sam had felt such an overwhelming amount of death, was when she'd been at her grandfather's hospital bedside, and that had been the only time she had wanted to see death like that. "Shit." the words were hoarse, and as she spoke her throat felt like it hadn't had a sip of anything for days, while in fact it'd probably only been a few hours since she'd had a sip of the water she's received from the plane. Shortly after that, she couldn't remember anything, and had found herself waking up to the sights before her. Needless to say, Sam was in shock, otherwise she probably would have been freaking out about the deep cut along her back as well as the pounding in her head, if not the sights around her as well.
Rubbing her throat, Sam found herself taking sloppy steps forwards through the heated sand and biting down on her cut bottom lip. Flinching, she brought a shaking hand to her lip and dabbed the cut and stared at the blood, she was...bleeding? It was that that sent off the trigger in her mind that her lip was not the only place that she was bleeding, seeing as the shirt she was wearing was now starting to soak up blood from the cut along her back. "Fuck!" she yelped and could feel herself stumbled to the ground and her breathing picking up. Though whether this was because of the bleeding and pain now fully running through her, or an actual panic attack Sam really wasn't sure. She just knew that there was no way of going back, and that now she was not only in a bad place, but she was injured as well. Maybe not dead, but her own common sense knew that if she didn't stop the bleeding she was a goner for sure.
If it hadn't been for the yells of getting away from the plane, Sam probably would have never even thought of getting away. Or that there were people up enough to really be able to even instruct others what to do. It might have been silly, but it was something that sent a sort of sense of relief through her, and while she pushed herself back up, and the pain caused her to bite back down on the lip, she forced herself to keep moving. There was no way that she was about to let herself stay behind, or be forgotten with the bodies of so many others that lay motionless in this sand. This place would always be imprinted on her memory, Sam knew that she would never be able to go to any sort of beach now, without remembering the thick smell of gas and death, not the beauty of the ocean of the scent of the sea that she'd always treasured.
She could see the group of people now, and as she tried to swallow, to try and clear her throat of its hoarseness, she raised her hands as if to try and gain some sort of attention. To know that there was still someone else coming, "Hold up!" she tried to call out, as she picked up that pace she could feel a sensation of dizziness rush through her head as she moved to a sort of trot. Clearly, the fast movements were things that her head and back did not agree with, but those were matters she could deal with once she was with this group of people, people that had been on the same plane as her and probably only a matter of seats away from where she'd been sitting before this nightmare had begun.
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