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Post by KATHERINE RONSON on Jan 8, 2011 17:35:42 GMT -5
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Okay, so Kat always did love adventures, she did not deny that. She liked getting lost in forests and relying upon nature's clues to show her the way out. She loved all that stuff, it made her happy. But never in her life did she want to be in a plane crash and get stuck on an island - with a bunch of people she didn't know.
No, no, no, no, no. No. This was not good, this was definitely not good. At first Kat wasn't really panicking much. She figured that the world would hear of the plane crash, figure out where it landed and in a matter of hours - a day maximum - would they be found and brought back on civilised land. But this seemed not to be happening. And it scared Kat. She was afraid that they would never get off this wretched island. She was terrified this would be the end of her life.
Besides, she desperately needed to find her medication. She could go a few days, a week at the most, without her pills, but after that period of time passes? What would happen to her then? No, this was absolutely not good. She needed those pills. Already she was starting to feel the suppressed hallucinations and the paranoia catch up with her. It would do her no good imagining black demonic smoke and flesh-eating wolves chasing after her.
She knew that eventually everyone was going to get a bit crazy - whether it was from stress, lack of food, heat stroke or whatever, but Kat didn't want to be the one to go mental first in a matter of a few days. She would become completely isolated if that happened. Not to mention she could start running away from people, thinking they want to kill her. She'd go off into the jungle, fall into a ditch and die. And that thought brought her no joy.
Kat paced on the beach, just walking around and thinking what she should do. Most of the luggage and everything were still somewhere in the wreck and in the water by the reef. Perhaps it would be best to swim over there, now that the tide wasn't too strong, and look for her luggage? She had placed all her pills and medicine in a water proof box - perhaps it could still be saved? And then she'd have enough medicine for a good few weeks - if she rationed it out more.
Kat looked over from the reef to the beach where most of the people were. Perhaps it was in general a good idea to get luggage and supplies out anyway - for everybody, not just her - for they couldn't really know for sure how long they would be stuck on this island.
Yes, that seemed like the good way to go, but she didn't really want to swim out there alone - she didn't know after all what was out there. If she got suddenly caught onto something, or the tide pushed in...
Kat shrugged. She didn't even want to think of drowning. She feared drowning much more than she feared dying in a fire. The thought of not being able to catch a breath and your eyes popping out under the water -- it was all just too scary for her. So she would swim out - but definitely not alone. But who could she ask to swim out to the wreck with her?
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Post by LEAF LUKOSELENE on Jan 9, 2011 4:43:42 GMT -5
Leaf felt the warmth of the sand on his feet. The occasional shards of glass were an unwelcome annoyance, but overall the soft, warm sand felt good. Where his shoes went is anyone's guess. As for the remainder of his attire, it seemed he'd recently fought a werewolf. Either that or he was a werewolf who'd reverted back to human state for daytime. Nonetheless, his jeans were tattered and his shirt was dirtied. His injuries included a cut across his right eye area, three clawlike parallel cuts on his back, and a headache, but compared to some of the other survivors, these were nothing. Not to mention in comparison to the many cadavers which now littered the shore, or the occasional floater visible in the ocean. Leaf thanked his collection of lucky objects which are.... in his luggage..... which is....
....The new centerpiece for a family of fish. Leaf thought. Great.
Leaf wandered closer to the waterline. Here waves washed ashore on golden sands, oblivious to the catastrophe that had killed so many. He knew that the altruistic action would be to help all the survivors who require assistance, but he'd tried to quit that drug. Being so helpful had only caused people to walk all over him. He hesitantly embraced the narcissistic alternative, which was to venture out to the reef and retrieve his belongings. He hesitated some more. Were his possessions really worth venturing into potentially dangerous waters?
Yes. Leaf didn't have much, but what he did deem important enough to take with him on his travels were intrinsically priceless to him. Leaf was still uncomfortable with forsaking others who could potentially die from his lack of help in the name of egoism. He compromised with himself by acknowledging that he'd pick up any additional baggage he should encounter. After all, they could contain invaluable commodities to aid in survival or tools which, when brought to shore, could save lives.
Leaf then saw a woman pacing in the sand. She appeared to be in a comparable position, possibly considering similar actions. Leaf imagined the reef optimistically, with colorful gardens of coral, fish fluttering about, beacons of radiant sunlight penetrating the water's surface, and those same bright pillars hilighting treasure troves of lost baggage just feet below the surface. In his years of travel, he had learned to always consider a pessimist's point of view when life and death were possibly involved.
He imagined gloomy depths where the pressure worsened his headache, jagged coral with threatening colors that certainly signify poison, lone sharks on the prowl, numerous nooks which could each conceal anything from a frightened fish to a particularly irritable eel, and small, but deep, crevasses where suitcases have dumped their contents. You reach down and the commodity is just out of reach. Something bites your hand and won't let go. Your struggle proves fruitless just as you gasp for air, only to be rewarded by saltwater flooding your lungs....
This is why I'm an optimist. Leaf thinks. Anyway, he decides that it's safer in a group and there's more of a chance to find particular luggage with two sets of eyes.
She appears his age and has a familiarly independent sense of charming capability about her. Not to mention her beauty.
"Debating a salvage expedition to the reef? I'm Leaf. Ha, that rhymed." He pointed out, disregarding any awkward edge. "I kind of want to find my green suitcase with an orange stripe, and you seem like you've been contemplating salvage, too. Yeah?"
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Post by KATHERINE RONSON on Jan 9, 2011 5:49:55 GMT -5
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It seemed as if the universe was on her side at least. Well, if you don't count the whole plane crash thing. But Kat didn't even have to worry about finding someone to join her in her 'pirate treasure' trip. Another passenger came up to her looking as much of a mess as herself - though they still were the lucky ones. They didn't die on the crash like some other odd twenty people.
Although then again, what if the people that died were the lucky ones? What if those who survived would have to die on this island in a slow and painful death? They didn't know after all what was on this island.
Kat shrugged at this thought. No, either way she was going to get off this island. Even if they didn't know what was on this island they knew one thing - there was a jungle, which meant they at least had enough wood to build some kind of a raft if it ever came to that.
Kat looked at the man who introduced himself as Leaf. He seemed to be around her age and something about him made Kat know that he's one of those people who wouldn't panic in tough situations. He had that... adventure-y vibe to him.
Good. The more people like that the better they all had a chance of actually surviving on this Godforsaken island.
Leaf made a light joking-remark about having rhymed and Kat even smiled slightly. Not that the remark was particularly funny, but at least it removed a bit the stress of the whole situation.
"I kind of want to find my green suitcase with an orange stripe, and you seem like you've been contemplating salvage, too. Yeah?" Leaf asked and Kat nodded her head in agreement.
"Kat," she introduced herself shortly. "And yeah, I want to find my suitcase. Unfortunately, mine is a black one, so that one probably won't be easy to find," Kat groaned. If she bought any other suitcase - a purple one or even a disgusting yellow and brown coloured suitcase she wouldn't have this problem now. After all, most likely more than half of the passengers had black suitcases. "But I figured it would be best to get as many suitcases and supplies from the plane as we can get. There's no saying after all how long we'll be stuck on this island."
Kat looked over at where the wrecks of the plane could be seen. Waves crashed down at the reef, cliffs and rocks. It was clear that if someone with little swimming experience could easily drown. Or if you didn't know how to manage the crashes of the waves, you could hit your head against the rocks - and then, there's no knowing what could happen to you.
"So, are you any good of a swimmer, Leaf?""
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Post by LEAF LUKOSELENE on Jan 9, 2011 15:22:00 GMT -5
" Kat, and yeah, I want to find my suitcase. Unfortunately, mine is a black one, so that one probably won't be easy to find, but I figured it would be best to get as many suitcases and supplies from the plane as we can get. There's no saying after all how long we'll be stuck on this island." For some reason, with that last sentence, Leaf couldn't help but smile. It was innapropriate and uncontrollable, but felt like instinct. "I couldn't agree more." He said. " So, are you any good of a swimmer, Leaf?" Leaf never particularly cared for swimming pools, always prefering natural bodies of water over artificial. He'd been given swimming lessons from ages 2 to 5. He'd tried competitive swimming when he was ten, but abandoned it in favor of running, a sport with more breathing involved. Losing the ability to breath was a frightening concept to him. He reviewed his clothing. Haggard as it was, he could swim in it. It's not like he had much of another choice, with his other clothing currently underwater and all. "I'm an alright swimmer." He said. So your suitcase has no identifiable features whatsoever? Just our luck. I guess we'll just have to rescue as many as possible." Leaf thought about this. He and her coming back to camp drenched and dragging dozens of suitcases. Numerous survivors would be reunited with their belongings. This is a charitable act afterall. "Unless you'd like a third baggage hunter to join us, you can lead the way whenever you're ready." |
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Post by KATHERINE RONSON on Jan 9, 2011 15:35:14 GMT -5
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"I'm an alright swimmer," Leaf told her and Kat wondered what 'alright swimmer' meant. 'Alright' as in, 'I've been swimming ever since I was a baby, alright' or 'alright' as in, 'I've been swimming a few times during summer at a public pool where 4 lifeguards worked all the time, alright'?
Well, either way, one alright swimmer was better than going in by herself.
"So your suitcase has no identifiable features whatsoever? Just our luck. I guess we'll just have to rescue as many as possible," he said and Kat couldn't agree more. It was just her luck. Next time she'd have to make sure to have a bright orange suitcase with polka dots on it. Make it as bright and tacky as possible, but at least it would be visible from far away.
"Taking out as many suitcases with us as possible would probably be most beneficial anyway. You never know if one or more of the suitcases could hold something viable for our survival," not to mention it would give us leverage over other people... .
No, that kind of thinking was mean. But it would make them on good terms with the other survivors definitely. But either way, two of them for what - 30 or more suitcases? They certainly could use more help---
"Unless you'd like a third baggage hunter to join us, you can lead the way whenever you're ready," Leaf asked right what Kat herself was thinking and so she nodded her head in agreement.
"Getting a third baggage salvager would probably be best. Maybe even a fourth one - if we can get someone who isn't too damaged from the plane crash. The last thing we want is to bring out someone with a concussion into the cold water," Kat told him and ran a hand through her hair. She didn't quite know which of the survivors to ask. It was all just such a chaotic mess - you didn't know who was hurt, who had possible head injuries and who were just under so much stress and panic that they would be of no use. This sort of mission had to be for people with a more... level head. People that wouldn't start panicking if a wave crashed on them for the first time.
"I don't know who to ask though. I haven't really... uhh... gotten the chance to socialise with the other survivors yet," Kat bit her lip as she observed all the people further away on the beach. "Do you know anyone who is in enough health and strength to help out?"
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Post by AUSTIN MYTH on Jan 14, 2011 18:23:40 GMT -5
The crash, thats right, the plane hit the water. That was a bit crazy, some people were dead, others injured, hell some of them may be dieing before too long. Austin had pulled himself away from the rest to analyze the situation. Dense jungle, broad ocean, warm sand, hell this place beat cold shitty Europe anyday. Personally he'd never been to Europe, but he'd heard of it being quite dreary.
He gently rubbed his arm where a good sized bruise had formed, right near the shoulder. The crash had dislocated it, it'd hurt like hell putting it back in. But at least it hadn't broke. His lip though, it had a hole it it. He'd bitten completly through it during the crash. If he'd had his luggage he could use his kit to stitch it shut. At the thought he turned and looked out at the wreck. It was alluring, going in for the supplies, they only problem would be the bodies in the water. The blood will attract sharks, and anyone in the water would just be more food.
Thinking on it he spotted two people staring out at the wreck. Probably weighing the options like himself. He stood up and winced, he was still sore from the crash, that was to be expected. No one could of walked away from that unharmed. He pulled his salt soaked shirt off and threw it on a rock before walking towards the two. He didn't say anything to them as he tromped past and started to wade out into the water,"Better get in there quick, 'fore the sharks start showing up. After that, whatevers out there's gonna be gone. Tide'll carry it out."
He dove in, the salt water searing the hole in his lip and his body screaming at everymovement. He might be able to carry three bags, doubtful though, he go for the first two he sees. The water was going to make the bags heavier and the drag was going to slow him down immensely. He dived down and ignored the stinging in his eyes, he grabbed two bags. One black the other was dark red with Marlboro on the front. Neither was his. He pulled them onto his right arm, the one that wasn't bruised to hell, and pushed off the floor of the sea and shot for the surface.
He coughed up a bit of water that'd come in through the hole in his lip. Then started for the shore breathing heavily already.Damnit, come on I'm not that old. He pushed the bags onto the shore and stopped to breath before heading back out. No time for rest, no time for it, no need for it.
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Post by KATHERINE RONSON on Jan 17, 2011 8:48:14 GMT -5
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Before she and Leaf could even think of who else to ask, an older, butch and strong looking - army? marine? - guy walked past them and into the water. "Better get in there quick, 'fore the sharks start showing up. After that, whatever's out there's gonna be gone. Tide'll carry it out,” he told them and Kat decided to follow his example.
He was right after all. The more they wait the more dangerous it would get and they would rescue less suitcases and supplies. So Kat followed the man. She decided to pull off her somewhat ripped and dirty trousers – they would only slow her down. They would get wet and they could get caught onto a rock or something. They could be the reason of her drowning because they would get heavier. Besides, being in her underwear and t-shirt was just the same as being in a swimming suit.
So after Kat got out of her trousers she lunged into the water – the cold, cold and salty water. “He's right you know,” she called out to Leaf as she began to swim away. “You coming?”
The salt water did no justice to Kat's bruises and scratches. Sure, even if she was better off that most people, the salt water connecting with her fresh bruises hurt her. It was a worse feeling than lemon juice on a cut. And for a moment she did just want to get out of the water. But then, remembering her sickness and her need for medication, she pushed through it and continued swimming. It was definitely a difficult thing – swimming at the reef where she couldn't know exactly where rocks waited to hurt her more. The waves pushed her further down into the salty water and several times Kat found herself unable to breathe and swallowing the disgusting, salt water.
Another wave pushed Kat against a sharp rock and she could feel a knife-like cut form on her arm. She could even see the blood spilling and she knew it was no good. She didn't know if there were any sharks in this area of the ocean, but if they were, her fresh blood flowing in the water would do her absolutely no good.
Kat reached the wreck just as the other man dove out with two bags and began swimming back to shore. She didn't even have time to see if maybe he had her bag – it didn't really matter as much right now. What mattered was getting the most out of the wreck before it was too late.
Kat took a deep breath and dived into the water to get inside the plane. There was a clear hole in the plane (well, it was basically ripped in two anyway) and she swam inside. The water was flowing in quite slowly and it did not cover the plane entirely, so there was still space to breathe, move and see. She didn't know what the best strategy here would be. She didn't quite know how much time there was. Should she open all the bag compartments and throw them out? Or should she leave them in and just keep coming back for them? Kat didn't know what the best solution would be, but she knew she had to act fast. So she first went to the stewardess station - or so it looked like. It was all a mess there, of course, but there was a quite large waterproof looking bag there. Kat moved there, as fast as the water let her, and she pulled open the bag. In it were bottles of water, spirits and other drinks. Well, that probably was a start.
Kat pulled the bag over her shoulder – it was quite heavy, but she could grab another bag. Kat swam back toward where she came from and pulled the luggage compartments open. Several suitcases and duffle bags fell out, missing her head shortly. She grabbed two black suitcases (maybe one of them was hers? Since she didn't have time to really analyse and look through each black suitcases) and she began swimming to shore. The suitcases started pulling her down and taking away her energy, but she couldn't stop now, could she? She just had to reach the shore. Though, seeing some bodies still floating around made Kat feel quite sick.
She finally reached the shore and pushed the two suitcases and bag of water supplies and alcohol to the beach. She wouldn't play around with bringing them any further now. Someone else would see them, and even if they weren't strong or healthy enough to swim to the wreck, they could at least move the bags to a safer place before the tide takes everything away again. Kat took a quick breather before jumping back into the water and swimming to the wreck. There was no time to think and mourn the dead.
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Post by LEAF LUKOSELENE on Jan 23, 2011 17:58:41 GMT -5
A man suddenly passed by and headed straight into the water.
"Better get in there quick, 'fore the sharks start showing up. After that, whatever's out there's gonna be gone. Tide'll carry it out," he pointed out.
Leaf watched him wade straight into the water without a second guess. He had some pretty deep wounds that must be stinging in that water, but if he was in pain, he certainly didn't show it.
“He's right you know,” Kat chimed. She decidedly proceeded to follow suit. “You coming?”
Leaf said nothing. He readily walked straight into the water without any preparative action. The sea's salty sting provided new evidence of previously unfelt abrasions on his legs, then torso as he waded deeper.
He doggy paddled (with a hybridized hint of breast stroke) further toward the reef so as not to submerge his head until he was good and ready. He tries to only deprive himself of bodily necessities on his own mark. He hated, or imagined he would hate, when asphyxiation catches him off guard. Activities of the anaerobic variety are just not his favorite sort.
He bobbed up and fell lower on the static cue of the ocean waves that would continue on and wash ashore. The water was fairly crystalline when judged on clarity, and was a complementary blue to the sky above, but these characteristics proved secondary next to the occasional, but nonetheless alarming, corpse which would either float several feet to the side of Leaf, or sleep in the shell-encrusted sand at the bottom of the clear, blue-tinged water. It wasn't every day Leaf came into such close contact with the deceased, and thus he perceived them with understandable curiosity, quiet awe, and solemn aversion.
He noticed the man who had gone in before him returning successfully. He displayed enduring strength through the inevitable biting pain of the sea's solute he must be feeling. Leaf followed Kat and regarded the wreck with much intrigue. His eyes glowed with excitement upon seeing that it was not completely flooded, and could be entered without as much diving and breathlessness as he had imagined. Also, it seemed like most of the luggage in the area had not been swept from the plane itself and was not, in fact, scattered all over the reef or inside any.... menacing crevasses.
In a delusional way, entering the wreck made him feel safe and lively, both at once, like he had felt in pillow forts as a boy. There was something about destroyed vehicles, shelled buildings, or any type of ruin at all that made him burn with innocent glee. Maybe he should have been an archeologist. Or in red cross.
The dank, mostly flooded, inside of the plane, showcased numerous leaks and cracked windows. People who never made it out of their seats sat lifelessly, resting their eyes patiently, waiting for the plane to land. Yellow breathing apparati hung from the ceiling over nine-out-of-ten seats. Most overhead compartments had opened and littered the floor with their contents, now strewn across the watery aisle and atop seats.
Leaf particularly searched out his green bag over others. He explored the wreck calmly, silently experiencing all the discordant majesty it had to offer. To Leaf, it was beautiful. Part of him argued that this wreck could be unstable and any part of it could take his life in a number of ways, but Leaf tried to ignore that part.
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Post by AUSTIN MYTH on Jan 26, 2011 17:38:43 GMT -5
Austin saw the other two following after him into the water. He sighed, they had youth on their side but they were making the mistake of getting what was still in the plane. The plane was heavy enough to maybe stay offshore for a few days, the bags in the water would be washed out. He hoped they'd relize that before too long. But he didn't have time to dwell on it and swam down to grab two more bags, he hoped he'd find his. It was an old military bag so he couldn't miss it.
He grabbed two more, a pink bag and another black bag. He swam back to the shore and threw the two up onto the beach. He leaned over with his hands on his knees and took a few deep breaths and then stood up. He wiped some water out of his eyes and dived back in. He wasn't about to let himself get shown up by two younger people. He could handle himself for at least two or three more dives down.
The water was a clear which was both a gift and a curse, it put the bags in clear view. But the bodies were visable too. Austin ignored them, he'd seen bodies in war and bodies in the jungles. So it wasn't anything he wasn't used to. He noticed some of the bottom feeders were already going for the bodies that had sank. Crabs where tearing chunks off of the corpses and scuttling away.
That was a little much to him and he ignored it and dived down and grabbed two more bags and struggled back to the surface. He put them on the shore and sat down breathing deep. He hadn't paid any attention to the other two, not sure if they were still in the plane or how many bags they had pulled onto the shore yet.
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