(Another post coming, gimme a second)

[That was more than a second James]

( He's sending me love letters in mail. )

**

Unknown Location

- Four individuals sit in an office, situated along an elongated table, looking out at the city around them. The door opens, with a middle aged man walking in, placing his brief case down by a chair, before sitting in it. -

Snow: You're late Norman.

- Norman Bowles looks at his watch, shaking his head before answering in a patronising tone. -

Bowles: No, no I'm not... "Marcus". We are on first name basis here?

Evans: Just stop, both of you. I've got places I need to be after this.

Scoggs: Haven't we all... But if it wasn't for this... liar! We wouldn't need to be here!

Evans: Calm down Thomas...

Scoggs: What you're on his side? After he lost OUR money!?

Bowles: Listen to the lady Tommy. Your money is safe, for now. When you invested in this experiment you knew the risks. We all did. Don't think just because of a few slip ups you wont make a profit out of this. What we set out to do will be achieved, and in a few months time you'll be begging me to take more of your money. Its how this works.

Xander: You call this a "slip up"?

- He slides a newspaper across the desk, with the headline reading "England FC player tragic death in Malani". Bowles sighs, shaking his head once again before throwing the paper off to the side. -

Bowles: A couple of stray fishermen found it floating in the God damn ocean. What can you do right? If its any consolation we had them and their family executed for their disturbances. Gentlemen... and lady. You have nothing to worry about, we can make this all look like an accident. We sorted out the mess in Sri Lanka... Japan... Costa Rica... we can sort out the mess on some irrelevant little island in the middle of the sea.

- Snow sighs, with Bowles smiling whilst looking around at the other individuals. -

(I like to go in depth when sending TJ sex messages. Especially those that have tinypic links)

**

Panoi

- James sits in a darkened room, his face bloodied and beaten. There are several floodlights overhead, blinding him. He hears a voice talking over an intercom. -

Voice: James, we will ask you again. Where were the others headed?

James: ... Wha-what others?

Voice: Where were the others headed?

James: What? What others!?

Voice: James, if you do not  answer us, we will send him back in.

James: Please! No! What others!?

- The intercom goes down, with the floodlights turning off. The large metal door to the side of James opens, allowing Derek to walk in. He stands over James, laughing sonorously before revealing a baton. The shot pans off, with James' screams as well as the sound of him being beaten heard in the background. -

(Ok, you may now begin. I will just... send out mails and let those who are new know where they are)

[Can I get one of those mails please?]

Kam *Kam walks in the bar and takes a seat looking at his hands*

(Simon, you're with Ziggy, Momolou and Forrest. TJ and I are both here, we're in the village that Monroe and Heaven are headed to :P so basically everyone you're with is here.)

- Leon walks into the bar after Kam, looking particularly miserable. He heads over to a bucket filled with water and dips his hands in. -

Leon: You gonna wash those?

*He looks up at his hands and up to Leon*

Uhmm... yeah! I'll get around to it.

- He stands and dries them on his trousers. -

Leon: Good because if you don't, you'll end up like Elton.

- He sighs and walks out of the bar, seeing the group of survivors camped up outside. -

*Kam stands up and goes to washes his hands and sits back down*

What do I do now?

*He places his head in his hands and sighs*

[Sorry, I messed that up. :s Is there much going on in the village? Like do they know about the infection or anything?]