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Nicole lifted the boys had into her lap, he was still unconcious and she opened his eyes, checking his pupils as the light reached them. She had done a first aid course to be a life-saver, and it was one of her specialties. As she let his eyes close, her fingers sought out the pulse in his neck and she counted how many a minute. His heat beat was regular, and as she moved her hands up and down his arms and legs and over his chest she would find no broken bones. Leaning back she would search arond the area where she had been sitting on the plane. Her bag should be around somewhere, and she new there was some bottled water in there. Catching sight of the leather strap, she pulled it towards her from beneath a light peice of rubble and opened it, rummaging through and pulling out a half empty bottle. Opening it she pressed the rim to the boys lips, causing a small trickle to flow into his mouth. his body would foce him to automaticall swallow so she didn't worry about chokinh him. Lifting herself up she lifted the boy into her arms. He was suprisingly light, though he looked around 15 or 16, and Nicole didn't have much trouble carying him out into the open and placing him beneath the shade of a palm tree a good 10 mtres from the plane. Standing she leant against the tree and lesend the weight on hr injured leg.
"Im going to look around....This guy should be alright.. Just ask him a few questions like whats the date and what-not if he wakes up. He could have a bit of concussion but I afraid to try and wake him up right now..."
Nicole looked around for a uitable stick and grabbed fone from beneath the tree, using it as a walking stick so she didn't put weight on her leg. she didn't want to be around the plane for much longer. She didn't trust the fuel tank and the stench of death was already contaminating the air. Turning she began to move through the trees, leaving the bag beneath the boys head as levitation.
Nicole stumbled over a log as she lef the thick tree cover. What lay before her was as shocking as death itself to her.
"Oh my god,.. Its a hotel..." Half running half hobbling forward, Nicole began to yell out.
"Hello!! Hello! Is anyone there! Please, someone help! Theres been a crash!"
There was no reply as she neared the hotel, and at close proximity she saw the door was hanging off the hinges, and the windows were covered in dust and grime. Nicole began to back away, fining the state of the hotel freaky. turning she began to run back through the trees to the beach. Reaching where she had left the boy she panted with the effort on running on her leg, and between gasps for breath yelled out to the others.
"theres a hotel.. Back there.. through the trees.. Empty... Abandoned for a while by the looks..."
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Name: Dalton reardon
Age: 15
Description: Black hair, long-ish and always messy. His eyes are a goldy-brown and he stands around 6'3". He's thin, suprisingly light for his age, though with strong build. Usually wears baggy jeans and old runners, and a guns n' roses shirt.
Backround: Dalton grew up in a suburd in glasgow, Scotland with his parents and three brothers. He's the youngest in the family, and was going to Hawii on a holiday he won.
Requested powers: Mind reading, acute hearing, sight, smell, feel and taste. Ability to shape-change into a wolf, dog, dragon and eagle.
Personality: Dlaton is a quiet person with a bit of a temper if provoked. He's a dreamer of being a film director and loves his music. Once you get to know him he''s a pretty alright guy, but he's shy around new people. Extremely shy.
Daltons eyes fluttered open as he groaned. Someone shouting had woken him up and his body ached as he tried to sit up. It was a girls voice, that much he could tell, and she sounded as if she'd just been running. He could feel warm sound on his back and his muddled mind became even more confused. The bright sunshine caused his eyes to become blurred before he adjusted and manged to look around. He was sitting beneath a palm tree, on a beach, and a few metres away he could see the trashed form of a half submerged crashed plane.
"Holy shit, we crashed?!" His thick scottish accent changed the words, but the horrow in them was still crystal clear. Scrambling to his feet, Dalton pinched his arm. Pain, nope not dreaming. Not dead neither. Dalton looked around wildly and stared at the girl who had shouted, she seemed to still be trying to catch her breath.
"Who the hell are you and what the hell happend?!"