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fαcє clαiм: Tara Lynn
Back tracking a bit, she walked into one of the hallways, and into the ballroom. Her smile was back as she looked around the elegantly decorated room. There were a lot of people, some recognizing her while others were too drunk or busy dancing to notice her. Thankfully there were no paparazzi, only guests allowed. Saga mingled around for a bit, grabbing some punch and sipping it. Hopefully it wasn't like in the TV shows where the punch was always spiked. After a while of just smiling at people who made eye contact with her, Saga started to feel a bit lonely. No one went up and talked to her, other than to confirm that she was in fact Saga James, from all the movies. Most of the people were drunk, and the others just awkwardly nodded before walking away. She frowned into her drink and started to move through the people to get back to her cabin. She stopped, however, when a man suddenly came up and stopped her by stepping right in front of her. He was tall, three or so inches taller than her, and he had the most handsome grey eyes. Saga stared up at him for a moment before her eyebrows furrowed together. "Excuse me," She mumbled, trying to slip past.
The man stopped her by holding a hand out. "No, no! Sorry, I froze, I didn't realize you were even more beautiful up close. I saw you standing alone, you looked upset," The man said. Saga stopped and looked up at him. She didn't know how to feel, the pick up line bothered her, and the fact that she visibly looked so upset that a stranger from across the room could tell bothered her as well."Well I'm okay. Sir can I please get past, I want to leave," She mumbled. The man frowned, and didn't move. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you... Here, let me get you something stronger," He took Saga's drink from her hand, "I thought maybe we could hang together, seeing as I'm rather alone as well." Saga looked at the man a bit longer, confusion in her eyes, but nodded. "Okay, but if I feel like you're trying to get into my pants, I'm leaving." The man smiled, and held out his hand. "I promise I'm not interested in that... My name's Derik, by the way, and you must be Ms. Saga James. I love all your movies, by the way." Saga shook his hand, smiling at the man. "I'm glad."
"What the hell?!" Derik exclaimed, getting up. Saga watched as people got trampled. She gasped, putting a hand to her mouth in shock as one man fell, no one stopping to avoid him, he just kept getting run over. Quickly Saga got up, shoving through the screaming crowed, and grabbing the man. He didn't even say thank you, just shoved Saga away and sprinted. The only reason Saga didn't fall back and end up just like the man was because Derik had followed her, catching her and pulling her out of the sea of people. "Stay here, I'm going to go see what's going on!" Derik said, rushing away without another word. "Derik, no, don't!" Saga yelled, reaching for him, but he was already gone. Cursing, Saga ran out of the ball room, and out onto the deck. It was even worse up there. People were rushing around, some fell into the pool, some fell over bored. Freaking out, Saga turned and tried to go back to the ballroom, not sure what to do. However, there was a sudden jolt sending Sagas head flying into a door frame. Her vision blurred, and she could instantly feel the blood pouring down her face.
Saga groaned, holding her face, stumbling backwards. The pain was distracting and burning, causing her to not even realize she was falling off the side of the boat until she landed on one of the life rafts, which were hanging about fifty feet below the deck. Saga grunted, her back now screaming in pain as well. Saga looked up, listening to the people scream before her vision went blurry, the last thing she remembers is Derik calling down to her from the deck before she passed out.
[center]It took Saga hours to wake up. And when she did the only thing she saw was the bright blue sky above her, some birds circling the boat. The only thing she felt was pain. Her lips were cracked, her face was sunburned, her temple probably had a massive gash on it, and she could tell her back was going to be soar and bruised for a long time. It took her a while to realize that she was actually moving, kinda. Saga could tell the boat she was in was hitting up against something, rocking backwards before moving forwards and hitting a hard surface. Slowly she sat up, groaning and wincing. Looking around, Saga saw that she wasn't even close to the boat. In fact there wasn't even a boat. Just a bunch of debris floating on the water. Saga looked in back of her to see something she totally wasn't expecting. An island. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she stared at the land mark for a while.
Slowly she scanned the shoreline, she was hitting a gathering of rocks only a couple of yards off of where the waves break. Saga couldn't see any sign of anyone, causing her heart to pick up with anxiety. There was no way she was staying in the boat, that was pointless, but she didn't want to jump into the water either. The first thing she tried was going to the front of the boat and pushing it away from the rocks. That, however, didn't work. If she even tried to get close to the front of the boat, it wobbled dangerously, threatening to throw her in. She then tried to paddle with her hands. Of course no such luck, the only thing she succeeded in doing is getting her hands wet. Frowning Saga stared down at the water for a long time. After careful consideration, she simply jumped into the water. It, of course, was cold, causing Saga to break to the surface gasping in shock. She freaked out for a split second, getting pushed away from her boat by the current, and the water kept splashing her in the face.
Soon, though, she was past the area where the waves broke, and on the shore, stumbling onto the soft sand, falling to her hands and knees when she was a good distance away from the water line. There was washed up shrapnel everywhere, but no sign of people. Huffing, Saga took off her heals and started to walk. For a hour or so Saga had managed to start to think that she was simply walking on the beach for fun, but that idea was thrown out the window when she noticed there was someone laying face down on the sand. Saga froze, and ran over to the person. She crashed down, kneeling next to them, quickly rolling them over. Instantly she pulled away, and threw up all the whiskey she had drank before. The person, a young woman, had her entire chest and stomach ripped open, all her organs mysteriously gone, no sign of them anywhere on the beach. She'd clearly been dead for multiple hours, her skin pale and bodily fluids leaking out of her, such as puss and other unmentionable messes.
Getting up in a hurry, Saga stumbled away from the woman, tears starting to flow down her sunburnt face, trying to ignore the image that was now burned into her memory. She then walked for what felt like days, although it was only a few more hours, when she suddenly realized she could hear something, aside from the constant movement of water, and birds chirping. She could hear... Crying? Saga's eyes went wide as she broke into a fast jog, running around the corner of the island to see a man, alive, holding a person on the ground. Around him were a few people. Saga's heart skipped a beat seeing that there were other people, alive and with their organs still intact, with her. "H-Hey!" She called out, her voice hores from the salt water. Breaking into a sprint Saga rushed down the beach, over to the people, starting to slow when she realized that the person the man was holding was dead. Her face dropped as she slowed to a stop, eyes wide as she stared at the dead figure. The people were talking as the man set the body down, and started to dig a grave. Saga stood there, her mouth open as she just watched.[/left]