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Camille Evans

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a character in “Passengers of Flight 109”, as played by Sparkle

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Full Name: Camille Evans
Nickname:Cami
Age:21
Role:The Bossy/ Rich snob
Weight:120
Appearance: She has a small start tattoo on her right hip and two piercings in her earlobe.
Clothing: Jean short shorts with a black tank top and a white bandeau underneath. She also has on sunglasses Also, she has black flip-flops and an oversized tote bag.
Height:5’6


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Personality:Camille comes off as snobby and spoiled to most people but she embraces it. All her life she’s gotten whatever she’s wanted, that’s what happens when you’re the heiress to a multi-billon dollar cosmetics company fortune. She’s rarely found without perfect hair or makeup and a stylish outfit. Camille can come off as whiny but somehow she makes it work in a way that guys are always hanging onto her every word. She’s obsessed with being the best and makes sure to get rid of anyone that’s in her way.
Likes & Dislikes:
✘ Not getting her way
✘When people try to act like they're better than her
✘ When she isn't on top of the social pyramid
✘Blood
✔ Attention
✔ Tanning
✔ Looking flawless
✔ Boys

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History:Cami's mom started a multi billion dollar cosmetic company and married a very successful accountant before she had her two daughters. Cami has a younger sister Sophia who is 18. Cami is obsessive about looks and prides herself on being perfect as a way with coping with her tough family situation. They may look perfect but after she and her sister moved out of the house everyone just got distant. She's currently single but has a small dog at home.
Other:
Theme Song: Pretty Girl Rock

So begins...

Camille Evans's Story

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Camille was sitting in the first class section of the plane watching episodes of Glee on her ipad as she filed her nails. Tucked around her was a fluffy blanket to keep her warm from the chill of the airplane. Soon her head drooped back and she fell into a peaceful sleep , her noise canceling headphones blocked out all of the noise as she slept.

All of a sudden Cami was jolted awake from the sound of emergency alarms and rushed rules and instructions given by the crew. She began to shake with nervous but followed the instructions that the crew had given. She placed the mask over her face and tried her best to take deep breaths and remain calm.

The crew tells them that they're jumping out of the plane. No way in hell am I doing that thought Cami as she gripped onto her seat so hard that her knuckles turned white. However, she had no clue and soon she felt herself flying fast through the air. Trying to hold onto her bag that she had brought with her, she missed the cue to pull her parachute string.

Cami's body hit the hand with a thud and without her parachute to break her impact she became unconscious lying on the beach. The water lapped over her body and her blonde hair became tangled and matted in the surf.

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Camille awoke a few hours later and slowly sat up, she felt a little light headed and confused as she looked around the beach and remembered what had happened to her. She had some minor scrapes and some purple bruises had begun to form on her legs but overall she was miraculously unscathed. Standing up on her feet, she noticed some blood trickle down from a small cut on her forehead close to her hairline. She sighed and rummaged through her bag that had gotten tangled around her body. She found a thick,soft headband and tied it around her head tightly around the wound.

Taking slow steps she walked up the beach looking left and right. Was the the only survivor? Were there others here too? She continued to make her way up the beach and approached the jungle. Her vision was slightly blurred from the salt water stinging her eyes but as she approached the jungle she noticed a guy slumped against the tree. Oh my god.. she thought to herself as she neared the base of the tree, standing nervously and looking down at the guy. He looked rather, rough. She bit her bottom lip and stared at him for a good while before gently nudging his leg with her food. Is he even alive? She wondered studying the slouched over male.

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Sylvester would feel something nudge him, at first it only made his body slum further into the forest floor, his right arm was badly sliced open, blood running down it like a slow stream, as he slum over away from the bloody tree it revealed more blood on the bottom of the tree that had a still wet collection of blood where he was just laying against it.

His black vest top at a slash on his back that was now exposed where the sharp metal part of the plane's wing cut through from his right arm and exited his back and there was a deep cut there, that was where the blood on the tree came from, his jet black hair hugged his paled face, it looked soft despite it being to messy, but it sat well.

He would then finally groan in pain and open his eyes, tears escaped them. He blinked a couple of times, Camilla was only a distorted mesh of colour and the more he blinked the more she came to focus and despite that he had been looking at her for about ten minutes he screamed at her presence and his breathing was shallow for a moment due to him being so weak but it picked up, only making him use energy that he shouldn't since he was without a doubt in bad shape.

He would use his left hand to push himself up, whimpers of pain escaping his lips as he squeezed his tearing eyes, the burning sensation overpowering for him to mask his pain and his right arm was no better. But he was in hysteria at this point that he looked at her like she was a apparition of his worst fear and he started to weakly drag himself away without a word, only pained groans and panicked breathing....

He really needed to medical attention...

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Evelynn smiled as he kept her mind busy, helping her to laugh. She did, she winced slightly though as it shook her shoulder and her leg, and she soon stopped laughing and instead cringed in pain. She nodded at the offer of finding a better stick later, this one looked perfect for now. She took it and stuck it upright in the sand, making sure she could lean on it. Then she gently heaved herself up onto her good leg, letting the bleeding one drag behind her. She cursed under her breath in pain.

Once she was up, Evie got her balance. She let her breathing slow down, as she was hyperventilating from the pain in her ankle and her thigh. She didn't mention it as she didn't want to add more injuries to her list. She suspected it was sprained or broken, but as Evie wasn't a med student (Yet), she couldn't be sure. She moved the stick, leaned on it, and hopped forward, dragging her leg behind her. It hurt very much, but Evie didn't complain. There wasn't anything to achieve by complaining, except the annoyance of everybody else and perhaps a world record if she complained long enough. She continued for a few more steps, and stopped for a breather. Then she continued on her journey, following the man called Sam who had neatly cleaned and bandaged her shoulder for her. She had smiled in thanks and followed to the next patient.

When she saw him, Evie thought he looked even worse than herself. There was another girl a few metres off, but she ignored her. She slid to the ground gratefully and whimpered in pain. The walk had taken a lot of energy out of her and she was tired and in pain. Her head leaned against the tree and she closed her eyes. She regained her breath shortly but for now she wouldn't make a noise, as she didn't want to distract Sam.

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Samuel stood back, letting Evelynn get up on her own for the most part, helping her out if he needed to. He was making sure she would be able to walk on her own, or limp for the time being, so he would know if he needed to make a stretcher or carry her or something like that. Thankfully she seemed to be able to put her weight on at least one leg, which was better than nothing. As they make their way back into the jungle he stays close to her, ready to help her in any way that he can. They both make it into the jungle without incident though, and upon seeing the new face, a male dragging himself along and leaving a trail of blood, he was glad for that.

"Hey there friend, just take it easy, alright. I'm a doctor, I can help." There Samuel went, lying again. But sometimes you needed to lie in order to get people to trust you enough to help them. He approaches the man slowly, hands up to show he meant him no harm. "My name's Samuel, you can call me Sam if you like."

Moving closer he looks the man over. He had several deep lacerations, to his back and arm, maybe more. There was so much blood it was hard for him to tell right off. Whatever the case was he needed help though, that was for sure. Reaching into his pocket he takes out the rest of the bandages he had made from his pants legs, then looks from them to the injuries and puts them away once more. "I have to get a better look and clean you up before I can put any bandages on. Otherwise I might leave some dirt behind or end up just wasting the bandages." Samuel says a bit sadly. "Sorry, this is going to hurt...probably alot..."

Blushing a bit, Samuel removes his somewhat tattered shirt. He was on the skinny side, barely any muscle to him, and he was pale. Your typical example of a guy who spent too many hours inside studying. Trying not to think about being half naked around strangers, he proceeds to use his shirt to mop up some of the blood around the man's wounds, being careful to not hit them if he can help it. Once he has a better look at the wounds he can decide how best to bandage him up, but either way, with this much blood loss he would need a stretcher.

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Sylvester would stop crawling away and look up at Samuel only for his head to drop to the forest floor and he listened to him speak and it was calming him down as he stop hyperventilating, his breathing was too slow to normal however and he won't respond to anyone asking him questions or anything, he would be shivering as the burning of his wounds continued, his teeth would chatter he was shaking that hard and despite the heat on them he was shivering.

He'd only nod at Samuel as he warned that what he was about to do when he slowly approached him, now topless to use it on his wounds was going to hurt, like hell...

As Samuel started to dab at his back and arm to clear the wounds for him to investigate them further Sylvester jumped from Samuel's touch, his left tattooed hand dug into the ground and he screamed out in pain, tears escaping his eyes and his paled face reddened from him trying to hold in his screams of agony with little success, his right hand spasms at the continuing touch of Samuel's top.

The amount of blood being absorbed into the top was so much that the top was stained red and even felt heavy from mopping up the blood from his back and arm, though it was his back that bled more, his own top was dripping wet from the exposure to his blood. He'd continue to allow Samuel to wipe as much of the blood up as possible but the pain overwhelmed him so his left arm stretched up, his bloody hand grabbing Samuel's arm and his eyes looked up at him.

''S-stop....i-it burns....it burns...s-stop...'' He'd beg in a shivering weak tone, his left bloody hand slid down Samuel's arm, painting it crimson and fell to the ground. Sylvester continued to shiver, his back and arm stained with blood but the wounds were now more visible, harsh, deep wounds, it was obvious or at least to Samuel it would be that the first wound inflicted was from the upper part of the right arm, the object must of rolled like a spinning saw up Sylvester's shoulder, ran down his back then finally left his back and continued on.

Judging from the wounds it was about two hours ago that they were inflicted and though the blood was mopped away just a thin cover of crimson of Sylvester's arm and back when he breathed or moved random blood would ooz out hence why Sylvester openly was breathing slower but also because when he breathed the wound on his back to split causing a intense burning sensation. Sylvester would just wale out his pain in cries at this point, his back mainly was on fire and if one would roll up his dripping wet black vest top, not only would they have blood stained into their fingers but around the wound on his back would be sorely red...

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Just as Samuel had feared, the man's wounds looked pretty bad. When he cries out, asking for him to stop wiping at the wounds with his shirt Samuel takes his hand away and nods, watching as the man leaves a blood trail down his arm. From the look of things there was a chance some of the larger blood vessels had been nicked, meaning that bandages alone wouldn't be enough to patch them up. A needle and thread would be needed probably. Samuel had these things in his bag, he always kept an emergency sewing kit in there, but that was with the other wounded man he had met.

"I'm sorry about that, and I'm sorry to say that I can't do alot for you right now. The cuts aren't terrible deep, but they're in a bad location. For right now all I can do is get you somewhere else so I can get to my bag, then I can take care of you." Samuel says, standing up and tossing the ruined shirt aside. With a sigh he looks around for something, anything he could use to make a stretcher, or two. Evelynn may be alright for now but a stretcher for her would be something good to have around. "I'm not going far, but I need to look around for a bit, see what I can find. The others here can keep you company, alright?"

With that said Samuel heads off into the jungle a bit further. There was a blood trail on the forest floor, and he guessed the man lying back there bleeding out had left it behind, so he decides to follow it. Eventually the trail comes to an end, a rather abrupt one. Remembering the predicament he was in earlier he looks up and spots the tangled parachute.

That would work.

After looking around for a bit longer Samuel manages to climb up into the tree and, using sharp piece of metal, he cuts some of the ropes and the parachute falls down to the jungle floor. Gathering up some of the rope left behind he climbs back down and then begins to roll everything up into a bundle. Once this has been done he heads back to the others, picking up a few sturdy looking limbs along the way. When he gets back to the clearing he lays the limbs aside then unrolls the parachute and takes the metal to it, laying the limbs out and cutting the material so that it would fit the limbs and make rectangles. After that he ties a few strips here and there, and in the span of about twenty minutes he has two makeshift stretchers.

"Now the tricky part, getting you on here." Samuel says to the man, then looks over to Evelynn. "I made a second just in case you need it."

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Evelynn watched him work on the injured man. He didn't look very old, and if not younger than herself, at the most the same age. She shook in pain, her leg throbbing and pulsing pain up and down her leg. She couldn't move her ankle at all, making her suspect it was broken even more. Her hands trembled and she gently held the piece of metal in place as she examined it. She bit her lip, trying to not scream as she worked. She cringed, but that was all. No harm done. She let go of the metal and slumped against the tree, exhausted and pained. She watched as Sam worked as hard as he could.

He wandered off quite quickly and Evie sat in pain. She watched the man, and looked over at the girl. She then shut her eyes, and waited for his return. She imagined things and then he came back. She opened her eyes to see two makeshift stretchers. "There's a problem." She mentioned, her voice sounding weak with pain, perhaps, or maybe blood loss. "You need two people to carry one stretcher, and at the moment we have two people and two injured. So...I'll drag myself with the stick, I guess, but I'll need a bit of help, at least." She told them. "I definitely think my ankle is broken, it's swollen and I can't move it." She muttered to nobody in particular. She prepared herself, and picked herself up using the stick. It hurt a hell of a lot, but she managed. Somehow.

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Sylvester would nod as Samuel paced away to find a few things, all he could hear was the russling of leaves and snaps of twigs under Samuel's feet, he would tell he was following the trail of blood left by him only making his clench his fists, the left hand shut instantly and tightened while the other was much slower and instantly opened up again, making him wince in pain.

He would then hear someone sit against the tree he had previously before sliding away from it onto the forest floor. His wet eyes would follow the distortion of colour that was Evelynn and he made a effort to weakly, tiredly smile at her and listen to her also unlike the others but then again, it was not that he could not listen he needed to stay awake and she was doing that well.

His ears would twitch as Samuel's heavy feet got nearer to him and Evelynn making him look at his distorted figure and concentrate on him again, listening hard and watching him make the stretchers which he made the note of, he was a doctor...emergency possibly.

As Samuel finished making them he turned to him and Evelynn. He would cough before blinking slowly and spoke up, his voice mature, wise and sly, he was silver tongued and able to swing everyone his way just because he was that charming and well mannered. ''I-I promise....I will make it u-up for you...Sam...I am s-sorry for this..'' He'd sigh out, it was more of a effort to talk than he thought and as he talked it moved his back, making his back burn more and more intensely so he squeezed his eyes shut, muffled whimpers of pain escaping his lips that were dry and paled from blood loss. He would start to shake more..

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"You're going to drag us?!" Evelynn scoffed. "I'll walk. Hop. I'm fine, I promise." She coughed, her lungs and throat hurting from the salty water she had swallowed. She hoped she wouldn't get sick from the water. She was a bit cold now, but her concern was obvious for the male laying in the sand. She didn't want to weigh poor Sam down with her. Her leg hurt a lot, but she managed it. She wobbled a bit but soon got her balance again.

Standing up, Evie could see a lot of blood from where he had dragged himself over to where he was now. She could see the other girl still, but Evie watched Sam work instead. He was clever with his hands, and Evie could see the loops on the stretchers, but she was NOT being a burden on somebody else. She hated the idea and anyway, she had an idea to use the other one. "Sam, pass me the metal in your pocket." She held out the hand that wasn't holding the stick. "I'll cut wood for a fire and we can drag that instead." She suggested. It was a good idea as it was going to get dark soon and they all needed cooked food.

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