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The world seemed so peacefull. Some said it would be a temporary peace, others said it would be eternal, but they could all agree that everything in their life was perfect, and their was no flaw to the way they were living. The Red moon disaster had no effect on these many people that brushed it off like a peace of food on their clothes. The fact was that no matter how hard they tried, that piece of food would leave a stain, that would remain, whether they knew it or not, it was not over, and the extinction of the final and most dominant races was coming, and they thought nothing of it. What foolish humans.

Keith stolled out of school waving to his new friend he had met today. Turns out they both had alot in common, and it seemed that they both liked the same online video game. Keith walked off of campus and up the sidewalk, the sun looked beatifull as ever, as it always did. The perfect day. That was the response he had gotten from everyone whom he had asked about the day. He didn't mind the response, but why didn't he? Because they were entitled to their opinion, and that was all their was to it. He couldn't force them to realize what had happened, that was impossible. Most of the people on the planet were like robots, even the previous bullies were completely transformed, Keith was in a way, scared.

Keith arrived home, and look at the tree stump that sat in his front yard. Engraved within it said: Keith and Yuffie. Everyday, Keith had to walk home into this, the one thing that reminded him of Yuffie. This had the biggest impact on him, and made him wish that he was with her, wherever she was. He walked and sat on the porch, putting his bookbag down. He looked into the sky. Keith didn't know that on that day, everything would change for him, and that the world itself would be completely changed, all he thought was.

"Perfect World..."

Sophia carefully walked down the street, her thin frame carefully stepping on the very edge of the asphalt, just far enough from the grass of the green lawns to keep the dirt off her pointed black boots. She had considered walking on the concrete sidewalk, but determined that her mother would be furious if she ever found out she had done that; the common folk, the middle class, walked on those sidewalks, it was no place for her daughter. Besides, walking on the actual street drew attention to the young woman for who in their right mind would walk willingly that close to on coming traffic?

Luckily, the street was decently quiet, most of the parents out picking up their children from school.

Sophia walked with false confidence, as her mother had taught her. Her hips led, not her shoulders; she walked as a super model walked. With her simple black and blue plaid skirt and black button down shirt, she seemed the picturesque portrait of the well done up Catholic school girl, just like mother liked. She carried her hands folded in front of her, her skirt swishing lightly with every movement.

She had decided to slip away from her house for a while, her parents greatly distracted with calls to lawyers and close friends in an attempt to continue to find her fiancee. She didn't mind if he was gone, in fact, she was somewhat glad. They had nothing in common, other than the fact he didn't care she wasn't a blonde haired, blue eyed super model. He, along with a few other friends of the family, had disappeared the night of the red moon; Sophia considered this a Godsend.

With her parents so distracted, she had the ability to go out, unchaperoned by limo drivers and such, and discover what the lives of 'normal' people were like, without the constricting force of her mother hovering over her. She loved the street she was on, nice, quaint houses on either side, a school nearby, the playful cry of children and young men and women; it made Sophia smile.

Gently she squated down - for if she were to bend over she was sure some of the school boys would be a little too happy for the rest of the day - and picked up a plain gray rock, lightly tossing it up and down in a bored fashion. This was highly unlady-like for her, picking up something so dirty and so plain. But, at this point, she didn't care. She continued walking coming across a small stump in front of one of the houses.

She picked her way through the grass and dirt to stand in front of the cut trunk, her oval head cocked to one side, long red tresses slipping to the left as she moved, the curls sliding in front of her shoulder. She read the words so carefully etched into the bark: Keith and Yuffie.

What an odd name... Yuffie.

She shrugged to herself, slowly kneeling before the dead wood, one hand clasping the rock, the other outstretching to trace the words. She smiled, the corners of her mouth turning up, an unusual sight to be seen on her facial, her mother having stressed emotional flatness as one of the most important qualities in a young lady.

What am I doing?

Snapping herself out of this odd release of 'common' movements and reactions, she stood back up, brown eyes suddenly noticing the young man on the porch nearby. Sophia made an audible "Oh!" sound, the rock tumbling from her hand, her face stricken with fear, as if the guy some feet from her had caught her stealing something. She stayed in that position, of shock and awe, for a moment before she gathered herself together, wiping the emotion from her face and clasping her hands in front of her gently.

"I'm so sorry, please excuse me if I startled you as you startled me."

She offered a slight nod, the modern form of a bow, trying to establish exactly what this guy's social status was.

Keith quickly looked up to see the woman standing clapsing her hands to here he make a statement. He stared for a moment and regain consciousness, as he got a full glimpse of who was standing before him. He stood and and waved in a way to assure her that he was safe, and that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her, but to even think that, he knew she didn't think that, because this was the Perfect World.

Keith stretched a for a few, hoping she would wait up, seeing as she had appeared mysteriously on his property. Keith slowly began to walk off of the porch, looking into the sky once agian, as the rays of the sun hit him, and the perfect world took effect once agian. He walked over to her and smiled, he could see that she meant no harm, and he mostly knew that everyone meant know harm, and crime was something of the past with this world.

Keith responded to her comment by saying.

"Oh no problem! I'm sure you didn't mean anything by intruding..." he said waving for some odd reason, he had the tendency to wave to new people.

Roof jumping was not his thing. The thought flashed through his head as he stumbled running and jumping from roof to roof with his pursuers hot on his tail.

"Slow down we only want to talk to you!", one of them yelled.

Yeah time to make himself alot less cool he was sick of these guys. He did a huge leap from the last house and smacked into the awning of the other house falling down through the air as he spun to recover and hit the ground near a tree stump. Hard.

"We cant jump that far........", one of them said as the group retreated out of view.

He looked around where he had crash landed and saw a guy and a pretty women standing there. "Yo", he said as he got up and brushed himself off,"Sorry about the........... um landing", he said as scratched the back of his head ans smiled. They probaly think im insane, he laughed out in his thoughts, he did things like this all the time wall running was probaly his favorite though.

She couldn't believe he waved, of all things, let alone began walking towards her. She bite back her smile, her brown eyes blinking multiple times before he came in decent distance from her. He was obviously of the middle class, if not below that. As he walked closer, her stature changed. Her independent stature morphed into a submissive, head-bowed stance, her eyes always slightly closed, symbolizing her lowered sexual status, but not her financial status.

She crossed one ankle over the other, a stream-lining effect to make her seem even thinner than she was. She cautiously looked back up at him, never making eye contact; instead her brown gaze concentrated on the housing structure behind him.

It was a simple enough house, she supposed, nothing like the four story mansion she lived in. It was... cute, elegant in a simplistic way. She wondered if they had a small dog as well, something that would round out and complete the perfect appearance of their lives.

"I refuse to believe that I was intruding," she offers lightly, her voice holding a musical quality. "However, I do suspect that this is your property." She nodded instead of smiled, holding the need to show any form of happiness causing her to be on edge. "I was simply admiring this stump; the female's name, Yuffie, it's odd. In the circles I deal with there are no names like this."

Without warning, a strange man fell from the sky. Sirena jumped back, her calm, classic demeanor destroyed by his sudden entrance. She screeched pitifully, moving into the man from the porch, her brown eyes fully upon the new arrival.

"Are you alright...are you...?"

She stopped, knowing she should immediately turn and leave, refusing to deal with someone of such oddness, of such incomprehensible lowness. But her mother was nowhere to be seen, and this young man may have been hurt.

"Are you okay," she asked, her calmness slowly being restored to her slender form.

Keith had been completely caught off guard, as the man landed in the front yard giving him no time to react to what the woman had said. This was the most wierd thing he had expirienced since the red moon disaster, and he felt like that perfect day had been somehow changed, in a way that he didn't know it could be changed. As he got ready to walk over to the man who had been hurt he heard a whisper. He stopped as the voice mummered words that he couldn't make out, and it creeped him out.

Keith took a few steps back as he looked into the sky. The sun was no longer that nice normal orange color. It was blue, as if someone had gone and dyed it blue. The universe was no longer visible, nothing was their, just pure blackness, no electricity, no nothing, just that Blue sun. He looked on as the sun was the only source of light, and it reflected upon them, Keith looking on seemingly gazed and hypnotized by the effect of the Blue sun. It seemed to narrow down, seemingly closing in all of its rays on just them 3. Surely their were more than just them that it would narrow down to right? It seemed as if it was like an ocean. Keith felt light.

He began to float up, looking down to see no ground, and he felt as if he was in a pool of some sort, as the sun now looked more like the top of a ocean, as it broadened, and Keith seemed to be going through some mental problems as he was breathing inside of the ocean. Nothing made sense, and things didn't seem real. The ocean was black, but the surface was blue as he wanted to swim to the top, he lost consciousness, he felt as if nothing could save him, and he began to drown, being left their alone. But he wasn't alone.

(P.S Their is a empty boat above the water. Yea, kinda suprsing huh XD. By the way, it is just me knocked out, you don't have to be, if we all are, we all gonna drown XD. BTW, if you have not posted yet, you can still easily meet up with us, PM me or just hop in.)

Meghan walked on the sidewalk slowly, feeling the tattered parts of her life unraveling even more. Amelia, who was now three years old, had called her a "big, bad whore" when she had visited reluctantly her mother's home. She didn't even want to know were Amelia had got the word. Probably from one of Mum's step-kids, she thought grimly. They were all brats, in Meghan's opinion. Before everything changed, her parents had been actually nice. Not perpetually sorrowful. A match made in Heaven gone wrong. She hadn't been spoiled to death, either. Well, only a tiny bit, here and there. Her lip trembled as her mind raced over the memories that Meghan tried hard to forget everyday. She suddenly looked up, surprised to not feel the sun's warmth on her back.

Stange. A blue sun. Meghan pondered for a moment, before holding back a silent yelp. She, odd enough, was in a boat, with other presences. Fancy that. She giggled, enjoying what seemed to be a mental health issue. Then she looked over into the water. It was amazing, but something held Meghan back from dipping in. Something that reminded her of Rory, the odd feeling that she would never be alone again. Meghan glanced up from the water, and realized her sight was covered in darkness, except one tiny, but bright light.

Meghan forgot herself. Her life. Her dysfunctional family. Even Rory. All that mattered to her was holding the tiny light, for she felt if she didn't, something horrifying would happen. She reached for the light, only to find something was weighing down her left hand. She tried to grab it with her right hand, only to gasp in pain. It was either the light, or the faint memory of promise.

In the darkness she fumbled for her left hand, ripping off the heavy object from her finger, and dropping it immediately. She cupped the light in her hands, laughing silently at the tiny light that was growing larger and larger in her palms. The weight was gone, and all was left was hidden joy. No regret.

It all happened so fast... in fact, she didn't even see it happen, she had blinked the moment of the sudden change. She felt the air around her thicken, and behind her eyelids the quality of light seemed to dim. Within a moment, the entire world around her seemed to change, to morph into something fantastic, and she was able to tell this within a single blink of her eyes.

Upon their reopening she noted the blue, the immensible blue. It was beautiful, in a sense. It was like she had tinted sunglasses on, everything, including her own clothing, had an intense blue tinge to it.

Something was out of place.

It wasn't until she opened her mouth to speak that the realization that they were within a body of water occurred to her. She slammed her lips shut, tightening them to keep them closed. She spread her arms wide, as if trying to stabilize herself. She had no idea how to swim, much less how to do anything else in an emergency situation.

She gazed upward, her red hair flowing about her brown vision, distorting it, covering it periodically. Above her seemed to be the boy from the porch; there seemed to be the same shoes on the person above her as was on the boy on the porch. She waved her hands upward, grasping desperately onto the hem of his jeans. Instead of pulling her up, it pulled him down, face level. She gazed into his face, her mother's voice ringing into her head:

Don't touch him, he's horribly dirty! Middle class worthlessness, just go past him...

She shook her head, a hand rising to smack the young man in the face with as much force as possible underwater. His head bobbled around, his form beginning to sink. She grabbed his shirt, looking around, her eyes befalling the secondary boy off some distance, but still near enough for them to see each other.

Her lungs convulsed, sending a ripple through her body. She cringed, her mouth opening, releasing a deep breath into the surrounding waters. She inhaled, accidentaly, the water seeming to flood in. Slowly her fingers uncurled from the boy's shirt, her eyes began to close, and the darkness seemed to creep up into her.

Keith could not allow this to happen. His deep inner instint made his eyes open, as the whisper came into his ears agian. He quickly open his arms, and grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her to grip her, for he was actally a swimmer at his school. Keith began to lose oxygen quickly as he began to swim up. He hopped that that man, who had landed in his front yard to swim, as he held her tightly, he looked at her for a split second and then knew that inside, that his life was not important, and that her life was important. He had never felt that his life was less than anyone elses, in a way...this lady reminded him of Yuffie.

Keith struggled to swim up, to catch his breath and to save the woman who was innocent. He would not let anyone else lose their lives, if he had the ability to save them. Keith's shoe's fell off as he continued to paddle, and he got closer to the surface. As he padled his memories began to play agian, and he was back their agian.

He found himself looking out at Yuffie agian, as she moved in to hug him. Keith was moving in to hug her as well. The night was perfect, and the moon was normal, and white like normal, atleast for the time being. As they finally touched, and began to grip for the hug, the Moon shined a Bloody Red, causing Yuffie to turn, and release Keith, seeming hypnotized by the moon. She stood as the light grew brighter and brighter. Keith seemed confused, and he couldn't tell what was going on, but didn't care, he just wondered what was wrong with Yuffie.

"Yuffie!" he screamed as he tried to stand up, he felt a sharp pain in his back, and at his lower spinal cord causing him to fall to his knees, paralyzing him legs down, he feel on all four, both knees and both hands. He huffed and puffed, as he felt exhausted suddenly, and the pain got worse in his back, it felt as if he had been shot with a gun, directly in the back. Keith gound hismelf using all of his force within, and everything that he had left, all left that he had to lift up his hand to grab Yuffie as the light grew to a bright white. The light grew so bright, and a loud screech went into Keith's ear, he wanted to reach further, but his consciousness let go and he was knocked out.

This in his current situation took a huge tol on him, making him slow down, and almost caused him to become unconscious, but his eyes grew widder, and he had no choice, even if he died, he would not let annother like Yuffie become extinct. He paddled even faster than before, moving at such speeds that now seemed in-human, as if he wasn't even human even more. His eyes were wider than they should have been, as he broke the surface of the water, and he broke it so hard, that he flapped out of the water like a fish, and flew high enough to land right in the boat near by. He immdediatley hit the hugh boat, though not much was on it, it was huge, as he landed, he instantly went into a state of non-conscious, and at that point, he knew that he was dead..or so he thought.

"When will you be back?"

"Soon. I hope"

"oh...I see. Happy trip, Mark...."

"Ma-Maribel...wait...!"
***
"Well, well well! Look who decided to show up late to his own...BIRTHDAY PARTY!"

"Oh, You gotta be kidding me!"
***

All these thoughts from what seemed to be years, and years ago echoed in his mind, Markoh didn't seem to care, he wanted to hear these thoughts. One moment he was passing by some town he just drifted into and then everything just turned black. He slowly opened his eyes, but saw nothing. He felt cold, really cold and wet...and he was floating. it took him a few seconds to comprehend where he was-underwater.

"Ok, don't panic. You're the worst swimmer around, but just...don't...panic"

Too late, he could feel his heart rate increase despite the mental warning. His sense of direction worked fine; he looked up and saw a ball of light, much like a sun. It was blurred out significantly by the water. Markoh didn't want to waste more time or oxygen. He made his way up, cautiously wondering what to do.

Swim faster! You're running out of oxygen! Get to the surface before you blackout and drown!
"No! If I do that I'll probably just end up running out of oxygen...if not I'll probably get the bends"

Swim slower! Conserve your oxygen and energy!
"Not much oxygen to be conserved...!"

He's only had to argue with himself like this on some occasions, but not enough to know WHAT to exactly do. Markoh felt the pressure of the water loosening around him-He was getting closer to the surface. "Dear Lord! Almost there!. The glowing orb became more significant for every passing moment. "just...a little..bit...!". He mustered what little strength and stamina he hadn't used to keep himself from blacking out.

The last few seconds seemed like hours. The moment his head popped out from the surface, the first sound he heard was himself, gasping for precious air. He coughed some water up quickly, then resumed taking in the fresh air. He floated on his back as the great ocean rocked his body around. Markoh looked at the sun and the horizon, everything still seemed blurry. He wiped his wet face and realized why everything was still blurry-He lost his glasses.

"Oh crap..." He sighed. He turned his head the other way and saw an idle boat nearby. He felt like it was simply waiting for him. He took his opportunity to swim towards the boat, but with his diminished strength he found himself struggling to overcome the small waves. "H-Hey!" He called out, as water splashed up his mouth. "Hey!!!".

He squinted to see if anyone was on the boat. He saw some silhouettes on the boat. He hadn't a clue as to who they were, but who would leave a stranded person on the open sea? He trudged on, hoping he would get there in time.

The boat was about twenty yards away, he could make out the silhouettes better now. One that stood out was a red-head. He grabbed hold of the edge of the boat and brought himself in. He was only half-in, his legs were still in the water. He rested on the wooden deck as he felt like was slipping back into the darkness. He could see the others and they looked like they just recovered from the same trap he just escaped from.

"I'll just say hello...after my nap...

The last thing he saw was one of them-a girl, approach.

Sophia slowly came to, her body expelling the water by coughing it up -- rather unlady-like. She cried out, a whimper, a desperate plea for her to intake air. She gasped horribly, her soaked body trembling with the attempt to inhale so deeply. She was shaking, heavily, almost uncontrolably.

She began to drag herself away from the body next to her, it was too close, too wet. Her instincts told her to get rid of her wet clothing, they were heavy, and the wind caused them to be cold. But she didn't, her sanity slowly coming back as she inhaled the oxygen she needed.

She sat up, her legs crossed, arms in her lap. She blinked multiple times before running her hands through her curled tresses, pushing them away from her face. She blinked a few more times, her browns orbs eying the bodies before her. She wondered if they were dead...

Slowly she moved towards the young man from the porch. She gently pushed him, her quiet voice slipping from between her thin lips, "Are you alright?" She glanced beyond him, a new face upon the..it seemed they were on a boat.

"Are YOU ok?"

What would her mother say if she knew she was conversing with middle class commoners? She would be so upset with her, lying down in front of two men. Granted, they were the stronger sex, but by lying there, she was offering them sex.

She quickly stood, dizziness enveloping her. She stood rigid, trying to keep herself from falling over. She clasped her hands in front of her, her head bowed, waiting for them to rise.

Keith remained unconscious as suddenly he awoke. It seemed as if someone had come and punched him directly in the gut, causing him to cough up ridiculous amounts of water. He began to shake, as if his body was out of control. Not to rough, but bad enough to disturb, and for others to notice nearby. He was dreaming. He was drowning in the water nearby, and someone stood on the surface watching, laughing.

Keith's eyes widened agian, as reality set in, and he now stared at the baby blue sky, a few clouds in it, and a nice big normal sun sat in the middle of it. It wasn't blue, but it was a normal orange, yellow, like in the pictures he used to draw as a kid. He couldn't move, his nerves hadn't kicked in yet, and it made him impossible for him to move. More than anything he wondered about the safety of the others and hoped more than anything that they were ok. He forced his nerve system on as he moved his waist, and he began to sit up, but the system collapsed, and so did he, hitting his head on the floor.

He started to get up agian, this time more sucessfull, as he pushed himself to the nearby wall, that beyond layed the ocean. He looked up to see the girl standing with her hands clapsed and he knew that she wasn't a middle class, and that she was a high-class, thats how they all acted. He sighed, but inside this meant that he was happy she was safe, as he looked at the other body. That wasn't the man that had landed on his porch, so he wondered if that man was Ok as well. He looked back at the conscious girl, who seemed to be the only one conscious whom he could talk to, and he was about to have a panic attack if he didn't get answers.

"W-Whats going on? What did you guys do? Why me!" he began to say consecutivley, grabbing his chest his heart began to beat fast, as he realized that something had happened, beyond their reach. This wasn't something they could have done, but who? He began to brainstorm deeply, and it didn't seem real. How could this happen? This exceeded all of reality, how could he suddenly be in a ocean, no fish in it, and with people he just met. This seemed like some scene from a sci-fi movie and it scared him terribly.

"A...A....Answer me! Please!" he said, getting a tad emotional. He wanted to go home now, he didn't want to be where he was. But he was far from home, and could possibly never see home agian.

She took a few steps back, her mid-back length hair trickling in front of her shoulders. She gave him an apologetic smile before she took a few steps away from him, pivoting gracefully on her heel. Her back was now to him, her sopping wet clothes dripping cold water onto the deck of the boat. She couldn't look at him, not when he was so emotional. It would draw the emotions out of her, and that was not proper for a lady of her age. She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from irrationally responding back to him.

She took the hem of her skirt in her hands and began to wring it out, enjoying the sound of water droplets hitting the wood in a quick, untimed beat. As the water began to slow she turned back around, eying the young man.

"I know as much as you do," she whispered, her smile turning even more apologetic.

Life is fragile.

It is in its very nature to be so.

If you do not accept this, and cherish every moment you have, you do not deserve to live.

That was the last thing my father said to me before he died. He honestly believed it too, until that day he “accidentally” shot himself. But do I believe it? No not really, I’m not sure anyone deserves to suffer the indignation of living, it is too cruel.

Slowly William stood up; ignoring the strange looks he received from the scared people on the bus, he understood why they were so scared. After the “change” it was unusual for someone to carry with him the weapons that so clearly hung on his body. At 5 feet 9 inches, 170 pounds, William was an intimidating man, even if you ignored the Kali sticks on his back, or the two knives on his belt, and it was very obvious that he enjoyed being so scary. Imagine if they could see the sword carefully packed in my bag, ha, that old woman over there would swallow her false teeth! It wasn’t so much that William disliked people, or he enjoyed scaring them, it was just that it is so much easier to distance himself from everyone if they were all to scared to talk to him.

Taking a step out of his seat and into the aisle of the bus, Will realized he had no idea what city he was in. He should be upset, but after moving to 5 different cities in only 5 months, he wasn’t really surprised. Will was searching for something, but he had no idea what. Every time he landed at a new city, he would start to set some roots into the ground; get a job, get an apartment, look at some of the colleges in the area, but before 4 weeks were up, bam! This inescapable compulsion to move, to run, to start again would attack him.

He could not stop it. He didn’t WANT to stop it. If he left before he made any friends, learned to love anyone, he couldn’t lose them.

A cough came from behind him, and William realized he had dozed off. Turning behind himself, he flashed his most charming and brilliant smile and the young lady behind him instantly blushed. William took a second to look at her, really look at her. She was a petite brown eyed, brown hair woman, about 20 years old. The way her hair curled in front of her face, the way the redness filled her cheeks, the deepness of her brown eyes, it should have been all to easy to fall in love with this woman, but he felt nothing. Before she could react to Will’s staring, he was on the move. The urge to move on has come again, and he wanted to see his new (and more than likely temporary) home.

After winking at the bus driver, Will turned to take the last step of the bus, but he couldn’t, he just couldn’t take the step. Some small part of him demanded that he should turn back and sit down, just drift on to the next town. That part of him knew how easy it is to “live” that way and it knew the second Will stepped of the bus his life would change. It was only a few seconds but to Will it seemed like an eternity, but before he knew it he planted both feet and he launched himself of the bus, leaping into the street.

He had only a second or two of hang time before he came crashing down, not on to pavement, but into water. Only a moment of panic before his military training kicked in. Will was only five months out of one of the most strenuous and intense military schools in the country and the training was still fresh in his mind. Immediately kicking for the surface, he spun 360 degrees in the water searching the horizon. Noticing the boat full of people around his age, he started swimming towards it; sure that one of them would know what’s going on. He was only 5 yards away, give or take a yard, but his military duffle bag filled with all of his worldly passions in it weighed him down, besides swimming wasn’t exactly his forte. Even with the odds stacked against him, Will still caught up, threw his bag on board the already cramped boat, and then dragged himself up too.

Will, as usual, took a couple of seconds to survey the people in the boat. The first person he saw was a boy, he was barely younger then himself, but he was clutching his chest and he looked as if he was severely distressed. Will supposed he should be too, after all the bus he was just on some how dropped him off in the middle of an ocean, but the survival part of his brain kicked in, and it only processed the information that made since at the exact moment he received it. Next was a beautiful woman, maybe two or three years older then himself. Even soaked like a rat abandoning a sinking ship, she struck him as one of the prettiest women Will has ever met. Then there was another boy. This one was young, maybe the youngest one here but he had a solder’s eyes. He might actually be of some use out here, if he can keep his cool, Will thought to himself, carefully ignoring any facts that were too hard to process, like how he just magically appeared in the middle of an ocean. Another young boy was actually sleeping in the boat, which made Will think, how long have these people been here?

Realizing that he has zoned off into his own thoughts again, Will tried out his best smile, for the second time today, his eyes darting to each person in the boat and said the first thing that came to mind, “Hello everyone, I don’t know how I got here or where here is, but my name is William Fleming!”

He felt a shoe hit him in the face as he tried to swim upward, was probaly someone elses that means he wasnt alone here. Thats when something overhead blocked out the light it was a girl he didnt know her at all but she seemed oddly at peace. He could not let her die he grabbed her, the shoe and swam upward as hard as he could. His vision closing on itself, strokes weakening he saw the surface just above his grasp as he began to sink. How sad would that be to sink right below the surface he would not die this way. Reaching inside himself he reached for the hyperactiveness that had caused him to go roof jumping, wallrunning, car dodging and all the other crazy activites he did. He broke the surface of the water to have the boat smack him in the face,"COME ON", he yelled while gasping for air at the same time as he pushed the girls body on the boat. He put his head over the boat to see a guy he didnt know with the eyes of a soldier, he knew his type being a child soldier himself. There were two people on the floor of the boat, the girl he just put in, and another guy. And of course the two people he had crash landed next too. "DID SOMETHING JUST BRUSH MY LEG!", he said in a high squeaky voice not normal for a man. He was a great actor and he was obviously kidding since he was breaking out in fits of uncontrollable laughter after he said this. "Who lost a shoe?", he asked holding up said shoe.

Keith knew that this was no ordinary occurence and that they had been united here for a reason. He stood and strteched as he took off his shirt, and threw it to the ground. He motioned saying "That would be mines..." he said as he motioned for the man to throw the shoe.

Keith tried to make the best of this situation, that he could. He knew that since they wern't dead that was good, and he was happy to know that they hadn't been killed, but what bugged him most was why this boat was just floating out here, his questions, or atleast a few of his questions would be answered soon.

"I guess I should get this out of the way...my name is Keith Kuruzaki...I am sure that we can figure out why we are here if we...don't panic..." he said trying to mimic what he saw on a show, on a reality show when the leader tried to calm the team down. Keith had been bored that day and decided to watch TV, so he thought he would give it a try, though technically the only one panicing was him. Their was a rumble, or an earthquake, he could tell because not only did the sea move, so did this mysterious world. Something made a large dome just a few feet further from the boat in the ocean, that pushed the boat back very far. Keith began to panic agian.

When the thing broke the surface, it was the size of a humam, she!..she was the size of a human. She put her hand above her mouth, or her finger atleast and she made a noise that meant naturally to be quiet. He blinked and he found himself still motioning for his shoe. He turned to look infront of the boat, and she wasn't their. It apparently had been a vision, but Keith didn't know that. When he turned his head back to tell them what had happened, someone opened the door, from the middle of the ship. A man walked out smiling talking to the woman next to him when he stopped and his face went blank as he looked ahead of him and saw us.




Keith looked at the man, as he still waited for the shoe, and he said as happy, and apologetic as possible.
"Ugh...Hi?"

Someone else from the sea?

Sophia turned, her slender body barely moving as she peered over at the new personage to crawl out from the wet mass and find refuge upon the wooden craft. Sophia's eyes widened as the man looked from visage to visage, a light blush, hardly recognizable slipping into her cheeks the moment he laid eyes on her. He was good looking, to say the least. He seemed intelligent and possibly of a higher class.

She instantly turned back around, gracefully making her way to the edge of the ship, slender fingers wrapping about the banister as she leaned forward, peering over the vast multitudes of waves. She tried not to pay attention to those behind her, but the names filtered into her ears as she attempted to drown their speech out.

Keith... so he was the other name on the stump... I do wonder where his...Yuffie is then. And William? A regal name... he must be of the upper class.

She gently spun on the heel of her shoe so she could view yet another new arrival; he was carrying one of Keith's shoes. She withheld a loving smile and a giggle, her face growing even more rigid in order to keep the happiness from showing through.

She figured it was time that she introduce herself, yet how to do it without seeming overbearing and overly forward? She bowed her head, her long lockes once again moving about with the slight movement.

"We do not know where we are either, Mr. Fleming," she spoke so softly it was possible for none of them to hear her. "It seems we've all been transported here by odd means. I am Sophia Jarren, daughter of Colonel T. Jarren and Mrs. Fern Jarren."

There, she blew it. No way in heaven or hell would she ever have the chance of marrying any one of these men. It seems? How could she use that kind of language... to say something seemed a certain way meant she was thinking, processing, doing men's work. She shouldn't have said anything, shouldn't have opened her big, stupid mouth...

But her thought process was hampered by the sudden appearance of yet two more people. Sophia blinked, her dumb stare returning to her facial as she tried desperately to regain her upper class composure. The two looked like pirates, which caused her frail frame to grow rigid in slight terror.

She spoke before she thought, her mouth clamping the moment she was done speaking, a long line of curse words towards herself sprouting within her head, "Who are you?"

Johnathan eyes widened as he drew his rapier at a preety good speed, as the girl who accompanied the man, but strangely wearing no shoes she moved in intervals running towards Keith as she pulled out one of her Katana's. She swung Horizantally, and Keith never had good reflex's, and he could only move back slightly as it cut the side of his head. He spun a bit landing back to the ground, as she put the point of the Katana to his neck, and one arm up as a guard, she crouched down, chest practically touching chest, giving him no time to move, or do anything. She put her katana down, and with a mountain finer (When the middle finger is arched, and the rest of the fingers are in the fist posistion.) punched him directly in the face, making a scrape on his face, still both of them close together, she then kept him in a locked posistion, when she took a rope next to her, and tied his hand to the side of the ship.

"What the he-" he was immediatley slapped before he could say anything and then round house kicked in the face, caushing blood to come out of his mouth, just a bit, but enough to make Keith panic.

Johnathan, the one who appeared to be the head honcho, with his Rapier drawn held it infront of him, and then stood their starrinng at them thinking.

"Thier clothes...very strange..." he said as he walked over to the damaged Keith and moved aside his lackey, putting the rapier to his chest he said.

"Tell me why you are here, or I will kill this young man~" he said with a nice Captain sounding voice. Johnathan had a serious look on his face, he was not playing. All of his soilders had dissappeared and he needed an explanation.

"P-P-Please let me go!..Ack!" he yelled as he was stomped in the leg. He hadn't felt pain in so long, and he could here the whispers agian. He looked down at his leg, but it was not bruised. He knew it should have been, he also knew this should have been hurting more than how it felt, though it still hurt, not how it should have.

Whether her mother liked it or not, it was time to be unlady-like. Her emotion was displayed upon her face, her eyes wide, brown orbs taking in the beating that Keith was given, mouth slack as a slight scream errupted from her.

"Now wait!" She snapped, taking a wibbly step forward. She held out a hand towards the man with the sword like weapon. She eased her way towards them, soft brown eyes glancing from scary man to scary woman. "Please, please don't hurt him."

She walked passed William, her thin frame giving him a wide berth, in fear of accidentally rubbing up against his seemingly firm body. She eyed William a moment, making sure he wasn't going to do anything rash while she attempted to calm everyone down.

"We're here agains tour will," she began, her voice soothing, as soft as possible. She locked eyes with the man, having stopped moving forward only a few feet away from the pirate-like woman. "It looks like we were going about our lives when we randomly were dropped off into the water... we would have drowned it we hadn't climbed aboard. We're sorry if we're trespassing, but we had no other choice. Please understand; put the weapons away so we can have a civilized discussion without someone losing an eye or something worse."

Her heart was pounding, her chest heaving with each fearful breath. She slowly regained her compuser yet again, that usual position: ankles crossed, hips pushed forward like a model, hands clasped in front, head gently bowed in submission. She was trying so hard to keep the fear from being displayed on her face, trying so hard to keep the tears away. She was terrified and upset that she had allowed herself to act so rashly. It wasn't her place to talk back to a male, let alone take control of any situation. She shivered lightly, the only form of sadness she showed as she swallowed hard, hoping she wasn't the next victim in their attack.

He watched as the guy was getting the crap beat out of him and then asked the question,

"Tell me why you are here, or I will kill this young man~" . He watched the girl get on her knees and beg them for there lives.

Crap this had gotten very serious very fast but fortunately he was packing. He lept onto the boat in a spectacular fashion and drew his pistol,"Step away from the man having a panic attack before I HAVE A PANIC ATTACK!", he said laughing and holding the gun level at the man with the crappy pirate accent.

He had been in alot of bad situations in his life and had learned to take them in stride, laughter caught people off guard alot when they think you have absolutely no reason to be happy. Though a normal gun would have misfired in water his was special. It didnt use normal bullets, he wouldve gotten in alot of trouble having a real gun no these were pistol rounds only pushed by the plunger sped down the chamber in a spiral and they blew up into hacky-sack sized of....... well goop is the best way to put it. They were used alot by the police in crowd control and replaced the sacks in shotguns.
He also had hover boot attachments on his feet for moving around but they couldnt be activated on the fly or when wet. So rainflying was a nogo and he couldnt use it when he was ambushed and pursued because the charge time was so long.