Rousseau, Samantha

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ROSSEAU, SAMANTHA ALEXIS

Oceanic Flight 192 Ship Manifest - - - -
Ticket purchased for SAMANTHA ROSSEAU, at the age of NINETEEN.

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How Did You Find Us?: Ad on Broken Dreams
Character Face-Claim: Blake Lively
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Estimated Level of Activity: very active [/ul]

CHARACTER VISION:

First and foremost, I chose the character for the face claim. I think Blake Lively is very beautiful and a great actress. The second reason is because of her past. I feel like she can cause a good bit of trouble among the group with her flirtatious, flip flopping ways. She has a dark past and since she convinced a judge to lift her sentencing over a crime she was falsely accused of, she might use this to her advantage and manipulate the group to do her bidding. She would be a pretty face that has a darker side. Ultimately I feel like she would create a group of followers and turn some of the castaways against each other simply by using her looks and playing the sympathy card. She is just a character I think would just cause a lot of trouble, but in the end be a nice girl who helps out others that she befriends. For now she's just the girl who is working and looking out for only herself until she can feel a need to trust again.

'WHO'S WHO?' BLURB:

Meet Samantha, she's a young undeclared blonde bombshell college student. She is a sweet face but holds a darker secret beneath a coy grin. She's strong willed, outgoing, and resourceful. She can be your best friend or your worst enemy. She came from a close knit family, but after a decision borne from mercy causes a rift in the family, she closes down. Now with her heart under lock and key and trapped on an island full of strangers, she'll use her looks and charming personality to win the trust of others and use them to help her find a way out. She immediately bonds with the Island doctor, but has eyes for the bad boy. Ignoring the man she should be with, she persues the dangerous, believing to live life to the fullest and creating alliances wherever she can. She's a cold, manipulative beauty with an eye catching grin and a heart full of pain. She is not one to cross carelessly.

WRITTEN AUDITION:

Pain. Sharp, piercing pain wracked her curvy frame. The pain resonated from the crown of her head down her spine and into her legs. Her limbs felt heavy and numb. Though the dull ache of a burning sensation broke through and remained prominant as it pulsed in rhythm with her heart. A low groan fell from plush, pink lips. Taking in a deep breath, she winced as her ribcage protested the motion. Her lungs ached, but welcomed the Oxygen. The darkness that surrounded her, faded and a blurred vision of her surroundings greeted her. The first thing she found was a large, blurred mass of red and orange. The inhalation did not bring fresh air like she had hoped. Instead her lungs burned with the acidic tang of ash that was pulled into the organ.

Immediately, she fell into a strong bout of rib shaking coughs. She felt her systems come completely back online as her vision cleared. The mass of red-orange had solidified and revealed to her the inferno that gripped the island. The last thing she remembered was reclining in her seat by the window, drifting away with her thoughts as music blared from her beloved ipod which rested in her lap. She quickly sad up, hissing when her muscles protested the sudden movement. She took a quick mental log of any injuries. Her muscles were sore from the impact, but that was the least of her worries. She found that the burning sensation came from a gash that split the skin just below her lower rib on the left side. There was also mild singes along her legs from coming in contact with the inflamed side of the plane.

She had been tossed from her seat and into heated metal before being tossed like a rag doll across the beach. That accounted for her sore muscles. Sitting up as best as she could, she pushed her long, thick mass of wavy golden blonde locks from her face. Crystalline orbs scanned her surroundings, struggling to see past thick plumes of smoke and blazing flames. The plane had nose dived and split in half. Bodies strewn across the beach, some immobile while others appeared to be starting to move. Her mind raced a mile a minute, trying to decide if she should get up and chance looking for survivors. She caught movement and noticed a singular figure moving around the airplane. She watched as he started pulling people from the wreckage.

Forcing herself to stand on shaky legs, she placed a hand over the wound on her side. The pain flared with the motion and she hissed once again. Powering through it, she stumbled on wobbly legs. She wanted to help in some way, it was the least she could do. She couldn't stand to see another person die. watching her own grandfather wither away and finally depart after pulling the plug was hard. She almost didn't go through with it, but the peace she saw in his eyes before the dulled and closed was enough to reassure her. He would no longer suffer in pain. She limped across the hot sand and made it halfway to the plane before dropping to her knees once more. Cursing under her breath, she tried again but found that the man hadn't gone back to the plane. Maybe he managed to save whoever was left inside. Feeling a bit miffed at this, she scowled, but it turned into a pained wince once more.

This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. She should have been in Australia, lounging on the beach in her bikini and drinking sweet tea. Not laying among the supposed dead bleeding and in pain. The man had collapsed once more a few feet away from her. Her head throbbed, fiercely. Resolving that she couldn't move any farther, she collapsed once more, laying flat against the sand. Her eyes felt heavy, possibly suffering a concussion from hitting the side of the plane when she was thrown. Maybe she could just close her eyes for a moment, just to let her body rest. A rational side of her brain pleaded for her to stay awake, but the rest of her body began to feel like it was made of lead. She started to drift off, but before her eyes could shut once more, she caught a partially blurred figure racing toward her. Then darkness enveloped her once more.

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