Introduction
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It had been a warm day on the deck of the San Clair. The wind was soft and gentle, the scent of the sea heavy in the air of the cruise ship. Many of the passengers had indulged in many things upon this luxury cruise liner, be it itβs spas, pools, activities, or just something as simple as sunning on the deck. Though this peaceful, time had come to an unexpected end as darkness fell over the sea, the sun disappearing beyond the horizon...
The stair filled sky began to darken, the bright twinkles of light vanishing behind a dark veil of clouds, a soft rumbling being itβs only warning to the mortals upon the ship, but non heard itβs warning. Be it because the sweet, deaf, bless of sleep had took them to a different place or the night life upon the ship had deafen natures warning. It was hardly a few hours latter did the storm take the ships crew and passengers by surprise, tossing the ship about like a young child with a toy. The thunder a wind was deafening as the crashing waves rang through the air, the sound of the ship hitting stone, it ripping clean through the painted metal.....
Many of the passengers and crew had drowned that fateful night as the faithful San Clair sunk, taking the mortals aboard to the depths with it, but, it seemed God had smiled down his graces on some abroad the vessel, spearing there lives of a watery grave. Each had washed ashore on this uncharted island, be it in one of the life boats, clinging to there puny life preserves, or by some miracle, washing ashore with the breath of life still in there lungs....How will they survive? How will they keep their sanity? What awaits them on this island? What will they find here and more importantly....Will they ever find their way home?.....
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Rules
1, Romance is strongly encouraged! As are friendships, rivalries, enemies, you know how people are.
2, With the romance thing in mind this must be noted as well. NO CYBER! Look lets not get ourselves in trouble people, and honestly if anyone really wanted to read that, they would have gone to a porn site or something. So hereβs what I say, do a trail off thing before things start getting above PG 13. I say doing so before any under cloths or pants go flying? That all good there? Good, now lets go on to the next rule.
3, Cursing, violence and some blood is allowed. Itβs a part of life, though please lets not cures every three words, there is a point to where cursing makes no sense anymore. If you believe the scene you write is too gory or bloody, and you think some might not be able to take it please put a blood warning at the top of your post, just for the sake of being fair and sensitive to those with a weak stomach.
4, No God-moding please, that is unless the other person controlling this character gives you permission to do so. Otherwise...Well lets admit, it can get very annoying after long enough.
5, Please, be CREATIVE!! Donβt make every character allot a like. Things get so boring when they are.
6, No Mary-Sues or Gary-Joes{Sorry not sure what the male versions of a Mary-sue is called. ^.^;}Iβm sure I can trust everyone of this one. Just remember everyone has flaws, limits, and not everyone loves them. Again it bores as well as annoys.
7, Have a question? Please feel free to ask me through PM or the OOC. Any question at all I promise to answer it the best I can. I might sound a little stuck up right now or cold, but I swear, Iβm nicer then that, as well as goofier, well usually I am. So donβt be worried Iβm going to be horrible or really mean. I promise I hardly ever bite when people donβt want me to. X3
8,No text talk, 12468, or one lining in IC! Please write at lest a paragraph, even a cheat paragraph, of four sentences instead of the original six. Not too hard, I promise.
9, Have Fun! That's the whole point right? We all have a sense of humor so lets feel free to use it at appropriate times in IC, and when ever in OOC. ^_^
Will There Be Any Action?
Yes. Please click the link to see some ideas I have for some action to add, when theyβll show up youβll never know, but Iβd love to hear your opinions.
Saved Spots/Players.
I want an even number of female and male characters, ideally. Right now Iβm alowing eight cheracter, I might expand to ten, but, the limit at the moment is eight.
Saved/Accepted
Female/ Salem Cresten (Age: Twenty four)/ Passenger/ Played by IceFoxJess
Female/Aislinn Moore {Age: twenty}/Passenger/ Played by Snowfall
Female/Pepper Potts {Age: twenty three}/Crew/ Played by Writing Nitrate
Female/Rosa Maria Guzman(Twenty three)/Passenger/ Played by Christian Kid
Male/Craig Eclyptide {Age: twenty six}/Passenger/ Played by milkshakes
Male/--------/Played by xxLily
Roles currently open
Male: Two
Profile Sheet
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[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] {Youngest age is sixteen. Only for the sake of the argument that a teenager could be on a cruise with there family, just to avoid some starting a pointless argument with me that they want to play a sixteen year old or seventeen year old, but please I donβt want to see a lot of characters under eighteen, eve more then two is too much.}
[b]Gender:[/b] {Self-explanatory. Hey who knows we might have a cross dresser on bored or something. *shrugs* }
[b]Orientation:[/b]{Again self-explanatory}
[b]Ethnicity:[/b]{Another self-explanatory part. What are they African American/Black, Caucasian/White, Asian/Asian American, Latino/Latina? Heck, are they even from another country then America? Please say so!}
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Weight:[/b]
[b]Hair color:[/b]
[b]Eye color:[/b]
[b]Passenger or Crew?[/b]
[b]Biography:[/b] You donβt have to write a book. If you want or have the inspiration to then please feel free. I just ask for a paragraph minimal, no less then that, Feel free to say at end more will be revealed in story.}
[b]Personality:[/b] {Again, a paragraph minimal, feel free to write more then that if you feel you can go into details. Please include flaws as well. Remember no one is perfect. Please write in complete sentences.}
[b]Fear(s):[b] {Everyone has them, even if you refuse to acknowledge or admit it!}
[b]Soft spots for?[/b] {Just a few things they like.}
[b]Pet peeve's?[/b] {A few things they dislike/annoys them.}
[b]Occupation:[/b]
[b]What washed ashore with them and Wearing:[/b]
{Donβt have allot of stuff, you know donβt be all that prepared! They are shipwrecked, and hey things might wash up a little latter so donβt be like superman with a fanny pack or Batman(What? The man is like always prepared with his utility belt! Itβs like a moms purse almost.) You get my point...I think.}
[b]Extra?:[/b] Anything else to add?
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Salem had just returned to her room after having stopped by the ships night club of sorts, having a few drinks, chatting with a few people non, really sparking too much interest in her, one guy being way too foreword, and probably a little too buzzed ended up getting a slap across the face in return from her, it wasnβt long after that did she leave to go to her room. When some random creep decides itβs a good idea to grab your ass after speaking to them for only seven minutes, is probably a good idea to go before you get a little madder. As she returned to her room she had stopped to look out one of the portholes to look out at the sea, the water so dark, almost as the darkness of the sky had tainted those once shining waters. She sighing before running their fingers through her once almost perfect hair, messing up her neat locks before she had continued on her path to her room. Once she had got in her room, her first course of action was to get out of her heels, her feet gratefully welcoming the plush white carpet beneath them as she slipped off her heels before making her way to the little closet in her room, sliding open the sliding door before she carefully pushed a few of her dresses and jackets aside, on of the few things that wrinkled. She unlatching her suitcase before opening it, pulling out her sleep shorts, a fresh pair of panties and a tank top before she walked over the red wood door of her bathroom, sliding it open as she carefully pulled her hair pin s out of her hair before starting up her shower, striping down before jumping in, gratefully washing out the gel and hair spray with her orchid scented shampoo and conditioner, before washing off her make-up with her almond and cherry blossom scented body wash, grateful for this few minutes of total piece, ignoring the sound of the light drizzle of rain as it hit the large porthole that lied opposite of her bed, the quite rumbles of thunder drowned out by the patter of the shower. It was probably a half an hour before she had finally turned off the water, grabbing a plush, blue towel off her towel rack, wrapping it tightly around herself before stepping out, going to the mirror where her tooth brush and toothpaste that laid on the sink, wiping clear the mirror before brushing her teeth, noticing that those dark rings under her eyes had finally faded away after the last week sheβs been on this cruise. βI guess I really was working too much..β she had thought, using make up remover to get rid of her water proof mascara and eyeliner, her thick, long eye lashes grateful for the relief of this. She quickly throwing on her sleep cloths soon after.
She quickly leaving the still steaming bathroom, the air-conditioning chilly to her warm skin as she quickly dived under the covers, smiling at the teddy bear she had perched on the bedside table. βNight Ni-Ni, youβll be home with Terra soon.β She said, to her baby sisters teddy bear shaking her head at her childish statement. Her little sister had really rubbed off on her. She closing her eyes before she rolled on her side, drifting of to sleep.....it was probably barely half an hour latter when a loud high pitch sciren screaming in her ears . It was then she fell out of bed with a loud thud, her side throbing in response as the anoncement of life-preservers or something hit her ears, she being unable to process what was going on as the fogginess of sleep and now fear clouded it slightly, her only though being βwhat the hell is going on?!β She quickly running to her closet, hoping puling on her UGG boots. before snatching her white double zip hoddie, yanking it off a hanger before slamming open her door pulling it on, zipping it on as she ran, up the hall almost being knocked over by a few panicking people who had woken from there sleep in a similar manner, though once she finally made it on deck, all went blank, the remembrance of pain, and a suffocating feeling being the only thing there. Something must have hit her, making her fall off the ship....
βI feel like Iβve been hit by a car...β She muttered forcing herself to her feet, her legs shaking slightly, as the skin scratched gently at her soft skin. looking up at the shorter of the three stone surfaces. First things first...I need to get out of this spot... She thought, walking up to the rock, finding a foot hold, before pushing herself up, grabbing hold of what she could before she began to climb, her muscles shaking in protest. When she finally felt her hands meet the flat surface of the top. She using the last bit of her strength she had at the second to pull herself up, laying rolling on her back. βOw....β She grunted, hissing as her leg scraped against something. Drawing a little blood. Her only though being, other then a few curses...Am I the only one here? Making that feeling of panic and dread boil in her stomach, as realization of her situation had finally sunk in.
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The pain had stopped. This so wasnβt the Burger King on South Kingβs Street. In fact, there were too many freaking seagulls yapping to even think straight. Waitβ¦ seagulls? Now Seth remembered. That cruise linerβ¦ but, howβd he end up on the beachβ¦? He pushed himself up with his arms. They instantly started wobbling. It was too much for him to handle. Back down he fell, smacking face first into the muddy sand.
Once his eyes focused correctly, he could examine everything better. Wooden planks were scattered around in a few places. There were a dozens of palm trees all over the place. Then there were those freaking seagulls again. It was getting a bit hard to think with all those things. Maybe if theyβd just, shut up! He looked down with his eyes; all he could see was the sand and the waves. Yup, it was the beach alright. How though? Last thing heβd remembered was going to bed after watching a little MTV on his portable, which is now lost and gone. Jeez, this sucks!
He laid there in the sand and exhaled deeply. A big blow like this, leaving him defeated. It was as he was being tortured with the last few moment of his life. Wait, he could feel something in his pocket. He slowly reached in and started dragging it out. He remembered before it was even out. His cell phone! Yes, freedom, all he had to do was call help! This encouragement gave him the strength to draw it faster than a western outlaw as he flipped it open and pressed one of the buttons. Of course, it took him a minute to realize he was soaked, and the phone was filled with sand. It was ruinedβ¦ that, and there was a crack in the screen! Itβs not like he could get reception out here, he realized. That and those jerk-offs at AT&T werenβt helpful anyway.
His hand slapped back into the sand. For a moment, his inner organs went cold, and the muscles on his face relaxed themselves automatically. The only reaction afterward, was a loud scream coming from his mouth.
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She flinched. Sand. Her situation threw itself upon her and she stared around, distantly aware of her mouth hanging open. This could not be happening. Where was she? Where was her room? The ship? Hadnβt she been in her room? At her desk, writing? What had happened?
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Pulling her knees to her chest, she tried to gather her thoughts, tracking slowly through the previous evening. It had been stormy and dark, wet and thundery, so sheβd taken advantage of the atmosphere and started scribbling the fourth scene of her latest attempt at high fantasy. It hadnβt gone too well, but sheβd really been enjoying herself, until something she guessed was an alarm went up. The sound of running outside, her leaping up from her chair, throwing aside a door, racing to a lifeboat, huddling in the rain, lightning cracking the skyβ¦ Then what? They must have capsized or something. Or had they smashed on rocks around here? Either way sheβd unwillingly taken a dip in the ocean. Her hair was sticky with the salt of dried seawater, her lungs were sore, and she had no idea where she was. She stared out over the horizon as the piercing sunlight warmed her sodden form. There was nothing there, no cruiser, no lifeboat, no rescue ship. Not even a plane. A headache began to throb at the bottom of her temple. She pressed a hand to it, newly aware that she was swaying. She coughed again, her chest feeling as if someone had taken a cheese grater to it. Maybe it had been that chef, the one that got annoyed when sheβd requested a meat-free special, but it wasnβt her fault, there was nothing vegetarian on the menuβ¦ Her mind wandered, ambling backwards, remembering splinters of the cruise. Did they have to be so loud at night? It wasnβt even a real club, and the music was noisy, the bass echoing through the walls, she shouldβve chosen a cabin further from the dance floorβ¦
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After another immeasurable amount of time unconscious, and a while more awake, she recovered enough to try and move. There had to be someone else on the island, after all. She would be terrified alone, as she had no survival knowledge whatsoever, and would probably just break down. As long as she could find somebody, things would be alright. Or at least, that was what she was telling herself as she tentatively placed her feet flat on the beach. She tentatively moved her weight onto them, concentrating on herself and blocking out the rest of the island. She slowly stood, and for a heartbeat she was fine, until her right ankle slid sideways and her leg gave way with a sharp, stabbing pain that lanced across her leg. She bit back a cry, falling to her knees, her hands hitting the sand as she steadied herself. Her leg couldnβt support her, and unless she was going to hop, there was no way she could run around searching for fellow survivors. She leaned on her left, as the sprain throbbed. She didnβt know what had happened, but it had been foolish to think she could get through a shipwreck without some kind of injury. She sat on the expanse of fine white grains, eyes helplessly scanning the surroundings for any sign of fellow life. It was too frightening for her to consider being on her own.
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Just as she closed her eyes they snapped back open and Pepper glared at her phone while it rang. She knew who it was and Pepper was not inclined to answer her phone at the moment though. Pressing the green call button, as well as speaker phone Pepper listened to a very drunk Chef Jones explain to her that he needed her to come back to the kitchens immediately. He needed her to do some sort of prep cooking for the morning's breakfast. Pepper really wanted to tell him to fuck off instead she sighed, agreed, and hung up her phone. Pulling on her converse over her socks Pepper stood up. Grabbing her chef's jacket she slid her arms into it over her tank top. Stumbling off of her bed Pepper fell, hitting her head on the door knob as she did. She was blacked out before the ship even crashed.
"Damn lobsters always got to scream when you boil them alive." Pepper mumbled to herself in her sleep as she turned over. Pressing her face into the sand she instantly jumped up feeling the gritting material agianst her cheek instead of the plush feather pillows that were in her room. Her head was still sore from where she had hit it on the door knob. Pressing cool fingers to the side of her eye and temple lightly she winced feeling the bruise. No doubt it was probably an violent purple color around her green eye.
Pepper realized then why she had sat up so quickly, she was in sand. That wasn't right not one bit. Her room had thick plush carpet that Pepper didn't mind sleeping on when she was having a back ache. Her eyes were wide with terror as she looked around. Her pupils dialated quickly adjusting to the light around her and taking in her surroundings. Having worked on the ship for a long time Pepper automaticcaly came to the conclusion of what had happened. The possiblity of this had crossed her mind many times before it was a silent fear of Peppers actually.
Blinking rapidly Pepper turned and saw the guy beside her. It hit her then that he was the one who had screamed, which would explain why she had suddenly went from a dream about Johnny Depp to one about cooking lobsters and having them 'scream' as they were steamed. Picking up a small piece of dry wood beside her Pepper tossed it at the guy not caring as it made contact with him lightly. The wood wasn't much of anything and probably wouldn't hurt. "Stop that, it's not going to help our situation any." Pepper told him sternly as she scrambled to her feet. Her little shorts were soaked sticking to her pale skin and she clucked her tongue at this. Pulling her chef's jacket tighter around her body Pepper blinked seeing her hat and a bottle of oil she cooked with near by. So a few things have washed up on shore huh? Interesting.
Walking over to her chef's hat and the bottle of oil Pepper picked them both up. Stashing the little bottle in her chef's jacket pocket easily she placed the hat in beside it. Heading back over to the guy she had thrown a piece of wood to Pepper crouched down in front of her. Looking him over with her one sore eye and the one good one she deemed him sane. "Well come on, pick your balls off the ground collect yourself and let's find out if anyone else survived." Pepper said as she turned back around to the guy who had screamed. ",and don't worry it is going to be okay." Pepper added as she finally gave him a warm smile.
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Bill had been in the middle of the dance floor as it had gotten late and dark on the San Claire. Although the bar wouldn't serve him alcoholic drinks as he wasn't yet 21 and they were strict about their policies, Bill had made some friends with some drunk older passengers and been able to get alcohol from them. Thinking back over it now Bill supposed he'd gone over board on the drinks, especially since it was his first time drinking. It had seemed so natural and it was good though and he'd kept at it until he got taken to his room by his twin brother, Tom, after some 30-year-old guy had made some pass at him.
Bill vaguely recalled passing out on his bed but after that all he could remember was waking up here. And now it fully hit him; the ship had sunk and he was on an island. Where're the others? was Bill's first question. Of course by 'others' he meant the rest of the band. His second thought was Where're the others who are on the island? He knew if he made it there had to be other who'd survived too. Slowly Bill got up and looked around him before deciding to head for a rock pile he saw a little ways into the distance, figuring he'd be able to see some people from the added height.
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"What happened?" he asked out loud, taking off his jacket slowly. I need to start a fire and dry my clothes... He thought, blinking slowly. He took in the bit of the island he could see from where he stood. The sand under his feet felt soft and wet with the coming tide. He began ringing out his jacket, stepping closer to the dry sand. He looked over, and saw few people. His vision was too blurred to see any of them clearly, but he knew that there were at least two.
He began to move towards the group of people, but stumbled and fell into the sand. His legs were shaking, and his stomach growled in hunger. What had happened? he asked again, but still had no answer. He coughed, feeling his head swimming even worse. He tried to stand back up, but his legs didn't seem to want to listen to his brain. He sighed, lying there in the sand, and closed his eyes. He didn't know what he was doing, or trying to do. He balled one hand into a fist on the sand, moaning in pain.
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He fought his muscles and eventually caught himself, almost falling over off balance. He looked at Pepper and let out a rant, letting out a few stutters here and there. βOkay, look lady, I donβt know who the Hell you are, and what your deal is, but how can you possibly tell me to stop screaming? Okay! I mean, just last night I was enjoying my nice, and expensive graduation gift from my folks, and well you can see how that turned out. Now looking back, it was a pretty stupid idea in the first place. Now though, I wake up on some deserted beach, my cell phone is broken, I mean, completely useless, and I think I may have swallowed too much salt water. Oh, and uh, yeah, I donβt even know who you are, so how am I supposed to even expect that I can trust you? How do I know youβre not someβ¦ native cannibal islander whoβs leading me off to be cooked for dinner?!β
He looked at the ground and ran a hand through his hair. It was wet, sloppy, and gritty. Ugh, nobody wanted to deal with hair like that. It was completely disgusting! He shook his head; some of the water still in his hair flew everywhere and dove towards the sand. Calming down right now was a really, hard task to accomplish. I mean, itβs not even about the fact that thereβs another human form of life on this barren, lifeless, dirt hole. Itβs just that, well, everything that could moderately go wrong, unfortunately did. Sure itβs not the worst of it all, but it is pretty bad to kick a man when heβs down, then just tease him and dangle a little piece of hope high above his head.
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"My name is Pepper by the way, even though I am a chef that doesn't mean I'm going to lead you off and cook you for dinner. Besides who the hell am I supposed to over power you? I mean look at us!" Pepper pointed out as she pulled the rubbed band off of her wrist. There was an imprint of it left from where it had been left on her wrist to long. Pulling her hair up into a pony tail Pepper ignored her urge to groan. Pepper love her long black locks that were usually like silk. Now they were all nasty from the sea and sand. Getting her hair off of her neck Pepper felt a little better, the sun was beginning to rise higher in the sky and it was getting hotter outside. Pepper was a pale person and didn't exactly agree with the sun.
"So did you want to sit here all day? Or do you think that you'll want to get up and search for others, possibly food, in a little bit?" Pepper asked Seth as she pulled off her shoes one at a time, wrung out her socks and put them back on. No one wanted to walk around with wet socks. After she was finished Pepper placed her hand in front of her eyes shielding them from the sun and looked over at Seth.
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With a sudden gasp for air Rosa lurched forward and her eyes opened large in fright. She breathed heavily as she stared up at the cloudless sky, her eyes blinking several times as they adjusted to the light. Unable to obtain her breath the woman rolled over on her side and coughed up the remaining sea water left in her lungs. She lay on her side for a couple of minuets trying to catch her breath before taking in the situation. Finnaly able to catch her breath Rosa placed a firm hand on her stomach and sat up, she peered around and observed her surroundings. She shuttered at the sight of the water, she had never cared for the beach all that water meant so much potential for drowning not to mention all that sand, she despised sand.
After the realization of where she was finally settled in a thought popped into her head, she was alone. She hadn't seen a single soul for all she had seen, not that she had seen much; to her left had been a large rock that jutted up a good mile above her head, behind her was a dense jungle and to her right was more of the despicable sand and water. There was no one there, no elderly couple, no captain, no military family, none of the people she had seen on the ship no Jayce. Jayce! She scrambled up off the sand her body screaming in protest to the quick movement, well as quick as her pregnangt self could manage without wobbling over again. Where was her husband? "Jayce" she screamed out his name her eyes frantically combing the place over for him. She found a small group of people she had missed in her disoriented observance earlier, perhaps he was with them.
"Jayce, Jayce!" she yelled his name at the top of her lungs as she began to walk as best she could towards the people. There wasn't many of them only 2 and a man laying in the sand not to far off, but Jayce was with them, he had to be, he must be there. She walked to fast for a woman in her condition and fell many times as she made her desperate plight for her husbannd. She finally made it to the group, her body encrusted in sand from her many falls, she surveyed the group quickly and her face fell, he wasn't there. "Have you seen my husband?" she asked the group desperatly searching there faces for some spark of hope, something to cling to "He's about 5'7 with red hair and blue eyes? Please you must have seen him."
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βWell that's a sort of good, yet possibly bad sign right there...β She muttered to herself, as she bothered to peer, around, making out a few figures farther down the beach, her perch on top of the rock giving her a good view of what was around her, she glance in the little blocked off area she had been in before she took a deep breath peering in the direction she spotted the figures, her nerves settling somewhat. Me being rational was right for once. I guess first thing first is getting to those people...After that I can try to figure out what to do from there...Thank God for Nanny Rebertas boot camp. She thought before sliding to the opposite side of which she had climbed to get up here, she carefully feeling with her foot to find a foothold before she turned around fully to start on her climb down, one of her hands slipping for a moment before she clung to the rock, gritting her teeth as her hands was scraped on the rocks. She glared at the rock before continuing to make her way down, pushing gratefully before examining her hands, seeing the left with a tiny cut on it.
βOh, that's just sad.β She muttered, sticking her right hand in her jacket pocket. βI probably would be better off if I didnβt ditch her lessons as often as I did...β She continued, before an exasperated expression replaced her annoyed one. βAnd Iβm already talking to myself....First sign of loosening my mind.β She muttered, walking in there general direction. Then again I always talk to myself...I probably just need to worry when I answer myself like dear old uncle Albert. Her hands wrapped around something hard, yet wet. βWhat the-No, not my cell!β She shouted, almost tearing up as she pulled the object out of her pocket and saw that it was her I-Phone, dripping with water, with a single offending piece of seaweed wrapped across the screen. βWhy...it had the pictures of my latest designs on it...β She muttered, hoping that text she sent her assistant got all those pictures to her before the water attacked her defenseless phone, she delicately pealing it off her phone before she stuffed it back in her pocket. Though this made her wonder what else was in her pockets. She sticking her left in her left pocket, she cursing silently when she almost tripped over a piece of wood that had washed ashore. She flinching slightly as the sea water that had soaked a cloth, got in the cut, making her hiss in pain as she jerked her hand quickly out. βOn second thought Iβll check latter...β She muttered, putting the cut to her lips in reflex
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The last he remembers was the turbulence in the small boat filled with people, the ship was sinking, breaking, there were people dying. Wade's head was spinning and he was clearly panicking. Then it went black, a wave, a suffocating feeling. He remembers grabbing hold of a wooden plank, metal pieces clearly ripped on the sides. It's where he passed out. It went black. And then orange as he gained consciousness. He opened his eyes, the image of a blond woman almost tripping over something filled his sight. Wade lifted his head slightly, then his torso. It felt as if his brain was trying to get out, banging from side to side, pounding for freedom.
"Ughh..." Wade groaned, lifting up to his legs. There was no sand on him just on his wet jeans, he had been on that plant all this time. He turned slightly to call out to the woman, but his shoulder was dislocated, with a pain-filled cry, the man relocated his should with a crack, falling to his knees. Because of the pain, his vision went white and the sound of crashing waves muffled, then returned to pound in his head. While he held his shoulder, he called out, this time successfully.
"Hey!" he began, "You alright?" First and most logical question to ask, even in a hungover state as Wade's.
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βIβm fine, a scratch or two but Iβm okay.β She said, a bit of concern in her usually somewhat cheerful tone as she got closer to him. βThough I think I should be asking you if your okay.β She somewhat asked, yet stated at the same time as bent down, crossing her arms on her thighs as to make it a bit more comfortable. She ignoring as a few strands of her brown and blond side bangs fell into her blue eyes a bit. Though as she looked at him a bit more she started to recognize him, his face at lest. He was at that night club on the ship last night. He tried to strike up a conversation with her but that was right after that creep before got a little too βtouchy feely β and she left him with a simple introduction and apology of a slightly pissed off designer, though she had caught his name. βHey, your Wade, right?β She suddenly asked, smiling slightly. βDo you think you can get up on your own, or do you need some help?β She asked, examining him to see if there were any noticeable injuries.
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βThough I think I should be asking you if your okay.β
Wade watched her crouch down in front of him after he'd sat down in the sand, delaying her question. "Yeah... I'm fine," Her murmured, that flirtatious attitude was lost after he'd washed up here. There were certain times when he was his charming self, like last night at the club, but here and right now, he might seem a little detached, weary of others, even a woman as pretty as her. Wade stopped rummaging through his pockets when the girl spoke his name, "Yeah, Wade. I'm sorry, who are you?" How'd she know his name? He must have been gone last night, not necessarily there consciously.
βDo you think you can get up on your own, or do you need some help?β
"Nah, I can get up," Wade held on to his pride, but with one arm, and sore limbs, he was having a little bit of trouble, his features twisting and revealing a pained expression. Even if she had decided to help him or not, eventually he'd be on his feet. His hands deep in his jeans back pockets, then front; and as he proceeded to unzip his jacket pockets, his expression softened into that of relief. He produced a double-bagged thumb sized baggie with white powder within it. With eager vigor he flicked it, and then opened it, immediately lifting the opening to his nose, taking in a quick sniff through one nostril and then the other. He breathed in a couple of time, wiped his nose and re-closed the baggie, grinning over to the girl, all the while tucking his baggie in his zipped up pocket. It was shocking that it wasn't ruined in the water, but apparently, while high last night, and on the small boat, in a fit of panic, he managed to close it tighter. "I'm good, just need some sort of support for my shoulder," He ambled off towards the palms and the greenery.
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He seemed a quite the bit different from the guy she briefly meet last, sure he was still the handsome blond, but he wasnβt acting like the charming, flirtatious guy. He seemed a little standoffish almost. Though when he said he could get up on his own, though he soon proved that wrong as his face clearly showed pain as he tried to get up. Yeah that really lookβs like you donβt need help. she thought, for once keeping her sarcasm to herself, as she bit her tongue, not waiting for him to say rather he wanted her help or not she quickly straightened herself before helping him up, being careful to not jerk on his arms, just helping to push him up by putting her arm around his torso, letting go when she was sure he was balanced. Salem wasnβt a very strong girl, but under constant phone calls from her dear nanny, despite constant arguments about she had to work on her design and running her boutique, she worked out at a local gym at lest once a week, she had for about two years now, so Salem had some muscle on her, but no where as much as her Ex Marin of a Nanny or her little brother, the boy was a nerd, he needed to have muscle to last at his school .
Though she couldnβt help but blink dumbly at what he did next as he took a little pouch out of his pocket, filled with something white, quickly taking a few sniffs of it before putting it up. She couldnβt say that was the first time someone did that in front of her, a few models did it when she was at a show, once was when she was helping out her father by modeling on of his designs for a summer collection, another was the last show one of her designs were in, she kept her mouth shut, though she couldnβt help, but laugh when she tripped over her own feet and fell off the runway, hey it was her fault for wear that tall of heels while high. She didnβt judge, she just didnβt use, especially after seeing one girl detox in the clinic, that did not look fun. The most she did was smoke a joint and that was just because her Ex had talked her into it. What it was rare you didnβt meet a guy in a club in Chicago that didnβt do something.
"I'm good, just need some sort of support for my shoulder,"
βIβd say so...What exactly would you need. If you donβt mind me asking?β She asked walking behind him, unzipping her jacket before she slipped it off, one thing about her design, it wasnβt a summer jacket really, especially with itβs velvet lining. She slipping it off before tying it around her waist. At the moment wishing she had enough time to do more then grab jacket and shoes before the ship went down. At lest enough time to get dress, or at lest throw on more under cloths. She glancing in the direction she had saw others, before glancing at the greenery. She hearing an odd bird call, itβs pitch making her jump. Though what made her really jump was another mans voice asking if either one of them needed some help. βHoly Saint Francis!β She squeaked quickly turning to look aver at a long haired guy. βOh, um hi.β She said smiling sheepishly at her jumpiness. Damn Salem, grow a spine.. This really wasnβt like Salem. This is the girl who went cliff diving in Australia, a well know adrenilan junky. βIβm fine.β
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Seth didnβt need to collect himself. He was already lost physically, and he was blank mentally. The new woman came by and asked some questions. With her, it was a bit safer around, but she looked pregnant, so she might end up slowing someone down. Anyway, once Seth heard these questions, as his own response, he shook his head no without a word.
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βIβd say so...What exactly would you need. If you donβt mind me asking?β
"Some big leaf or something, and something to tie it with. I'll figure it out..." The last as if he murmured it to himself. He dropped his shoes on the grass when he reached it, reached up with the good arm and plucked two palm leaves off the lowest tree, eventually he found that he could use his belt to fix the support on his shoulder and torso, allowing his arm to be bent against his chest, while his shoulder healed. While he was doing this, it didn't seem his shoulder ached any bit, but he knew it was the coke, if her moved his shoulder any more, he would feel it when he sobered up.
"Do either of you need any help?"
Wade's head snapped up, at the same time that Salem yelled out. The girly-boy had startled Salem, but Wade was too out of it to have a startled response. Though he was hearing other people somewhere. It's as if the wind carried their voices. "Yeah, we're good," Wade answered, though his gaze was settled on the other stretch of beach. "I hear others," He mentioned, taking a few steps towards the voices, then stopping. He turned back to Salem and the girly-boy and waved his good arm. "C'mon let's go, they might have saved supplies," that was the only thing on his head, some regular supplies to make this island living a tiny bit easier.
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Salem directed her attention back to Wade as he mentioned he heard others. This made her stop to listen for a moment, he was right you could her a low mummer from here. She felt the impulse to mention that she had seen others farther away from her previous perch on the rocks but, she really saw no need to at the moment. Though she just nodded as he motioned for her and Bill to come on. βAlright. Itβs better then just standinβ around.β She said absently before walking up to him, fallowing his lead. Salem had never been much of a follower, being use to taking charge, but it was probably better to let someone else to take charge untill she was able to thing something useful.
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More specifically, they found the approaching figures of two, maybe three people. She couldn't tell for the heat haze; maybe they were her wistful imagination. Maybe she'd passed out. Had she gone insane? She was beyond caring. There were people! She struggled to her knees, managing to ignore the throbbing in her leg, frantically waving her arms and shouting out at the top of her hoarse lungs: "Hey! Over here!" She instantly regretted raising her voice, as the mere three words clawed their way up through her throat like taloned beasts, reminding her of the litre of the ocean she had recently choked up. She continued waving her arms regardless, narrowing her eyes to try and improve her vision, to pick out features. They didn't look like mirages, but that was the point of them, after all. She thought, from this distance, one of them was pretty tall and the other was skinny, and was there a third? Another tall oneβ¦She shook her head, rubbing a hand across her aching eyes. It was too bright here. Her vision was blurring -- she was getting a migraine. She could feel it, announcing its arrival to make her life just that little bit worse. Habitually, she took her fountain pen from her pocket and spun it between her fingers to take her mind off the pain. She shook it, finding a dribble of water but no ink. Typical. What could she write on anyway? She was being petty again. She turned her attention back to the approaching people.
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Ah, I really am sorry! >.< I'll admit it I'm pretty spineless at times.