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Post by Anna on Mar 6, 2016 17:47:42 GMT -5
[blockwquote]Courtlynn had been staying away from everyone since she had come to this island. She knew her bipolar disorder would act up, and she didn't want to make this experience worse for the people than they already were. She waved to the others when she saw them, but that was basically it for her human interaction. She had been fending for herself all these weeks, hunting and gathering to the best of her abilities. For being a prissy model, she had the survival skills of an expert. She knew how to hunt from her ex-boyfriend teaching her. Bret had been something else. He was born and raised in the south, and so he had learned how to survive. Courtlynn learned from the best, and that was working in her favor now. She didn't talk about Bret a lot, or at all really. He was a part of her past, and a bad piece of it at that. She had gotten into drinking and drugs when they started dating, and her habits had gotten worse as their relationship went on. All they ever did was fight and make up. Finally, Courtlynn decided that enough was enough. She ended it, and she went to travel the world as a model. She had been sober and clean for the past year, which was something she was proud of. When she was drinking, she felt like a mess of a person. Well, more so than on a day-to-day basis.
Now that she was on this island, she wanted to drink more than ever. There was nothing to do here, and it was pretty shitty just being stranded here. She was also really lonely. That was mostly her fault since she didn't interact with the other stranded people here. But again, she didn't want to make it worse for them. She waited until night fall to go to the lagoon so she wouldn't run into anyone else. They were all at the caves sleeping by this point. She may or may not have followed them around for a few days to see how they lived. But anyway, she was at the lagoon in order to get water and clean up. She had her suitcase with her, which she had been lucky enough to find in the wreckage. She placed it by a rock where she could still keep an eye on it, and she stripped down and got into the water. She went over to the small waterfall, letting it run over her face and hair like a shower head would.
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Post by star on Mar 6, 2016 18:33:58 GMT -5
Charlie held his breath as he reached for the bunch of bananas on top of a tall tree in the wooded area of the island. He had finally found a place to gather bananas without those stupid monkey trying to throw things at him, or worse, trying to knock him off the tree. His fingers brushed against the smooth outer surface of the bananas, he almost had them when he felt his foot starting to slip. "Fuck, no, no, no." His mind screamed as he tried to feel around for another place to put his slipping foot. His body started to slid down the tree to the next branch.
He sighed deeply before starting to climb back up the tree. Luckily for him, second time was a charm. He was able to grab the bunch of bananas. "WOOHOO!!" He yelled out loud. Funny how being stranded on an unknown island makes talking to yourself seem a little less creepy.
He plopped to the bottom of the tree and started to eat his prize. It was not nearly as satisfying as he had hoped it would be. At this point he'd pretty much sell his soul to be able to eat a McDonald's cheeseburger with his brother again. He laid his back against the rugged tree. Letting out a small sigh he got up and threw his back pack over his shoulder. He had been one of the lucky ones, the ones who could find their bags, it was only his carry on but it had a water bottle in it that he filled up each day and a couple of hand tools he had carved out of branches with rocks. It had a couple of changes of shirts, a pair of shorts and a jacket. His mom talked him into packing a few things in his carry on just in case his luggage was lost.
"If she only knew how right she was about lost luggage." He laughed a little at his own jokes. Yes, that to becomes less weird when you've been alone for weeks on end. He wasn't sure how long he had been by himself now but he knew it had been at least 3 weeks, possibly more, he stopped counting the days after a while. It only made him loose hope.
Charlie started hiking towards the lagoon. He made sure to try and stay as quiet as possible, he didn't want to alert the other survivors that he was around. It wasn't that he didn't like anyone or didn't want human contact, he just thought it would be easier to take care of just himself and not having other people bother him. Usually, he'd be the first to help out but he figured he could find help better alone. He had not found anyone living on the island but he hadn't searched every where yet.
When he reached the lagoon it was already dark out side, which was exactly what he wanted. He started to fill up his water bottle when he saw a reflection off the water. He froze, thinking it was possibly a dangerous animal. He held his breath trying to be very quiet he reached for his back pack fumbling around for his hand made stick knife.
"RAHH" He yelled plunging towards the strange object that was in the water. His belly flop in to the cold water loosened the knife from his hand. When he felt weird like tentacles made of feather like material hit his face. He completely lost it, thinking some sort of super evolved squid/bird was attacking him. When he finally stopped fumbling around in the water. He realized the "tentacles" was hair.
"Oh my god." He said rubbing his eyes dry so he could get a better look. "I'm so sorry, I thought you were some sort of animal."
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Post by Anna on Mar 6, 2016 19:00:00 GMT -5
Being on this island was driving the tall blonde crazy. Not only was she by herself, but she was always constantly thinking about her past. There was nothing else to do on this island, so she was constantly thinking, which wasn't healthy for her mental stability. She was always upset over something, it seemed like. That's what happened when you thought yourself into a depression. What made it worse was being in the lagoon. Back home, she only thought deeply when she was in the shower. So, it was no different with the make-shift shower she had. And while she didn't necessarily get clean, it felt nice just to have the cool water quench her hot, sweaty skin. She loved letting the waterfall fall over her head and holding her hands over her eyes. It just made it seem like she was actually not trapped on this God-forsaken island.
She had her back towards her luggage, her hands over her face when all of a sudden she lost her footing and went under water. She quickly moved her hands away from her face in order to 'catch' herself during her fall. It didn't register that something had rammed into her until she stood up, wiping her face in order to look around. She was breathing heavily, one because she had gone underwater without her knowledge and she was trying to get oxygen back in her system, and two, because she had been startled. When she noticed the man standing in front of her, her eyes grew bigger than they already were.
"Why did you tackle me?"
She asked, concerned about her well-being. She was a tough girl, and she knew she could handle herself, but she was still worried. When he said his reasoning, she couldn't help but laugh.
"An animal? Really? That's how you would handle a wild boar in the water? What was your plan after that? Punching the poor thing until it lost consciousness?"
She replied. Courtlynn didn't mean to come off as rude, but sometimes it was just how her voice sounded.
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Post by star on Mar 6, 2016 19:28:09 GMT -5
"Well," Charlie started to stammer out his response. He really had no idea it was a person he tackled, he felt so awful as he rubbed the back of his arms, trying to not seem like a complete idiot. "I did have a knife but I lost it when I flopped into you." his nervous laughter crept through his lips. He started to wring out his drenched shirt.
"I'm really, really, sorry." He said as he bent down to search through his bag. He pulled out a shirt he hadn't worn yet and handed it to her. "Here dry off with this." He smiled, trying to be more friendly and not so on guard. "I'm Charlie." He extended his hand to her, hoping to make a truce, considering the fact tackling someone was not the best way to introduce himself, he figured a handshake might make her hate him a little less. He was never really good with introductions, something he'd have to work on since he had just been signed to a major league baseball team and would be invited to those stupid company parties and forced to play well with people who knew nothing about the intensive training he had to go threw to get to where he was at.
"So, why are you out here all by yourself?" He asked her, concerned her her safety. This island was a jungle after all and wasn't safe for anyone, let alone a 110 pound 6 foot plus girl who looked like she hadn't ate since the plane crashed. He searched through his back pack again, this time pulling out some bananas he still had left over from that morning. "Would you like one?" He asked.
He opened his banana and started to take a few bites, looking over the calm water that was in front of him. The moonlight had grown brighter as the night had gone on and was reflecting off the lagoon in a picture perfect way. Sometimes, it was hard for him to grasp that he was actually stuck here. Sure, he had his moments when he really missed home and was hoping his spot on the Cincinnati Reds wasn't being filled but he knew eventually- someone would find all of them. He was just hoping he could survive until then.
"Why were you on your way to Chile?" He asked trying to not be invasive but rather he wanted to admit it or not he was lonely and it was nice to sit down one on one with someone and be able to talk and not plan his next survival tactic.
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Post by Anna on Mar 6, 2016 19:55:14 GMT -5
"Well, shit. I'm glad you dropped your knife."
She told him, looking around in the water for it.
"I doubt you'll find it tonight, but I can help you look for it in the morning, if you want."
She offered, hoping it wasn't too weird to just invite herself along. Not that he could really say much to stop her. It was an abandoned island, and this was basically the only place that had freshwater. She stepped out of the lake, taking his dry shirt, wrapping herself up in it. Usually she just air dried, since everything in her suitcase was designer and not any good with water.
"Thanks. It feels nice to actually have something to dry off with for once."
She told him, flipping her head upside down, pulling her long, blonde hair into a messy ponytail and standing upright as she twisted the hair tie around her drenched hair. She smiled at him. taking his hand in hers.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Charlie, even if you were about to kill me."
She told him, joking.
"I'm Courtlynn."
She added. She walked towards her luggage, making sure it was still there. It was all she had left. When she heard him speak again, she looked over at him.
"People don't really like me, most of the time, so I decided to leave this group be and not make their tragic plane crash even worse."
She explained, shrugging her bony, pale shoulders. She froze for a minute, thinking he was with them.
"Are you part of their group? I promise that its nothing personal against you guys. I was just trying to save you all from dealing with me."
She rambled. She was trying her hardest to be a good person. She gently took the banana from his hand, giving him a smile in order to say 'thank you'. She peeled it, taking a bite.
"Chile?"
She laughed a little at the name. It seemed worlds away now.
"I'm a model, and I had a swim suit shoot there. I actually just got done with a wedding dress spread in Georgia. Why were you going to Chile?"
She asked him, taking another bite of the banana, keeping her eyes on him so she wouldn't seem rude. Her aunt had always told her to make eye contact when holding a conversation with someone, otherwise it was rude.
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Post by star on Mar 6, 2016 20:23:02 GMT -5
"Oh no it's okay." He smiled trying to silently thank her for seeming concerned about his knife. "It's not a real knife or anything like that. I used a rock to trim a branch down to a point. This is the only time in my life I wish my parents would have put me in boys scouts instead of tee-ball." He chuckled a little, smiling, remembering the time when he was young and how it felt to hit his first home run off that stupid plastic black tee. His smile started to fade as he was snapped back into reality of his situation. There was no games to be played here.
"oh don't mention it. It's someone old shirt my mom convinced me to pack in my carry on bag. Lucky for me, I actually held on to this thing through the crash." He held up his old beat up book bag from high school like it was some sort of prize. Which it kind of was, at least to him, and that's all he thought mattered, at least for right now. "I see you found your bag too. Guess we're both lucky."
"Courtlynn?" He said trying to make sure he pronounced it right. "I like it! So much better than Ashley or something plain like my name." He smiled "I kid, I love my name, I was named after my dad. He's pretty great." He started to drift off into his mind about his family, the only thing he had to hold onto was the good memories of them, they had helped him get through so many things, including his drinking addiction. Plus, it was easier for him to focus on the good then the bad.
"Oh, no, no." He stumbled over his words, "I'm not with them either. I thought maybe if I went off by myself I could find help faster." He stated trying to leave out the part where he hadn't found anyone out there yet. He didn't want to make her feel as hopeless as he did on some days.
"I think you seem pretty nice and I just tackled you." He laughed. "So why do you think they wouldn't want you around?" He paused for a second, taking a breath.
"You could always tag along with me. I'm just trying to cover a lot of ground to see if there's anyone living on the island." He finished his sentence without throwing up from being nervous. Maybe it was the rude introduction or the fact he hadn't talked to a living being, besides the occasional bird, that made him so nervous, or maybe it was the fact she was so beautiful, either way he was trying to keep his head about him.
"A model huh?" He smiled. "Good that means people are going to be looking for us soon." He joked, maybe not well but Charlie was known for having dry dad humor, even though he wasn't a dad.
"My parents," He sighed a little thinking back to what got him here in the first place. He life was going so well then POOF! This happened. "They sent me off for a little vacation before I started my training for the Cincinnati Reds baseball team. I got signed a few months ago and this was my present." His constant smile started to slip and his piercing brown eyes started to loose their shimmer of hope. "But that's alright, this is kind of like a mini vacation just you know less food." He laughed.
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Post by Anna on Mar 6, 2016 20:46:20 GMT -5
"Oh, well it's probably ruined then. I guess water isn't really good for wood or something like that."
She told him. Courtlynn knew nothing about wood, so she was just pulling that out of her ass. She didn't want him thinking she was just some stupid blonde model. A lot of people she met just assumed she had no education whatsoever. They thought she was just getting by with her looks. Though being a model was her job, she wasn't a complete idiot. She knew basic things, and she could actually do things for herself. It wasn't like she was just some stupid rich kid who couldn't even cook for herself. When she saw his smile, she couldn't help but smile herself.
"What was that smile for?"
She asked him. It had seemed so distant and happy. She knew whatever it was for, it wasn't a memory from this island. She loved seeing the raw emotions of people. She liked to study and watch them. Not only did it help her reenact emotions for her job, but it also made her feel as if they were true, genuine people and not just robots. When he mentioned her luggage, she looked over at her bright pink suitcase that had her name sewn on it in bright orange letters.
"It's hard to miss mine. I'm just happy I found it. Of course, there's nothing extremely useful in there. I found a nail filer, but yeah. That's the only useful thing in there. it's just comforting to have it with me. It's like pieces of me are still alive."
She told him. She didn't think it had come out right, but that's all she could say at the moment.
"I honestly don't know why my parents named me Courtlynn. I don't remember them that well."
She told him. Her mom had killed her father when she was young. She hadn't seen her mother since the trial, and she really had no reason to talk to her mom. Her memories were mostly of her parents fighting with each other or talking badly about the other. She was thinking about her parents when Charlie's voice brought her back to reality.
"Oh, I have Bipolar disorder, and I mean, I don't really have my medication with me anymore, so it might get bad again soon. Who knows? I could go off the deep end and like ruin everything."
She told him. She had never gone off the deep end like that before, but her mother had gone and killed her own father, so she was always worried about something making her snap. She felt like a ticking time bomb that could go off at any moment and just become one of the worlds worst serial killers. Her therapist had told her that she was nothing like her mom, and the fact that she had fears of turning into her mother meant she most likely wouldn't. That didn't calm the girl down, though. She didn't trust herself enough.
"And now you probably think I'm some freak who is going to kill you."
She told him, biting at her bottom lip.
"It would be nice to have someone around. Would I slow you down, though?"
She asked. She really didn't want to burden anyone. That was the type of person she was. She had been afraid of that her entire life. She let out a small laugh, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Oh, I wish people would be out looking for me. Sadly, I'm replaceable in the industry, so no one will really care too much."
She told him with a smile on her face. The truth was, there were many tall, skinny, blonde women out there who would kill for her job. If she didn't show up for work for a few weeks, they would just assume she had gotten back on drugs and they wouldn't go looking for her. it was a sad thought, but she had brought it on herself. She hadn't been the nicest person ever, and she did have a lot of people who would be ecstatic that she was gone.
"So you play baseball?"
She asked him, moving to sit down on a boulder near the water. She was constantly moving, and when she had the chance to sit down, it felt nice. Her bones felt relief.
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Post by star on Mar 6, 2016 21:17:23 GMT -5
"It's definetly not make it out of that water." He laughed to himself, half embarrassed still. "Oh well, there's plenty of branches out here to trim up." He was impressed at how well she managed to take care of herself this whole time. There were days that he didn't think he was going to be able to make it from the lack of human contact and here she was making it so well on her own, or at least that's how he felt.
"Oh sorry." He shook the smile from his face. "I was, uh, just thinking about when I was a kid." He smiled some more, deciding to open up about himself, after all he was trapped on a unknown island in how much worse could it get, right? "My dad's like my best friend and when my little brother was born he wanted to make sure I had something to focus on besides just being a big brother, so he put me in tee-ball. It sounds so dumb." He chuckled shaking his head at the though, leaning forward to wrap his arms around his knees for warmth. "I always take myself back to the first home run I ever hit when I was 5. It was so empowering, it felt so natural. I try to hold on to that, especially while I'm here. It's hard to not loose yourself to the silence."
"I'm sorry you don't remember your parents very well." His head turned to see her better, his heart filled with ache for her. He couldn't even begin to imagine his life without his support system. He never would have made to it where he was today without his mom or dad and his little brother who was a bigger fan of his then either parent. "Do you have siblings or anything that you're close to?"
He leaned back with his hands behind him for support when she started talking about her medication. He knew about mental disorders from his friends but never experienced anything sever, just depression. He knew it was serious and all he wanted to do was go over and hug her and tell her it'd be okay and she wasn't crazy but that's kind of weird when you just meet someone.
"I'm so sorry you have to deal with that but if you stick with me we can deal with it together." He smiled, hoping that would be less creepy that it sounded. "I highly doubt you'll kill me! If anything I was the one who tried to kill you first." He laughed smiling wide. "You definitely won't slow me down any. If anything I'm just kind of walking about aimlessly looking for civilization."
"Man the modeling world sounds cruel." He started to get concerned. "At least you'll get a little break and then when you get back home I bet you'll be on Oprah and Ellen talking about how you survived. It'll be some huge cover story." He said starting to get excited for her. Thinking of all the ways her career would advance being a model that makes it out of the jungle a live.
"Yeah I play baseball." Charlie stated laying flat on his back to look up at the stars that seemed to dance above them. "I love it. It's my release in life, the way I deal with everything. I used to drink a lot so I needed to get clean for something and baseball was that something for me."
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Post by Anna on Mar 7, 2016 10:49:36 GMT -5
There were days when Courtlynn wanted to give up and just lay in the sand all day pretending it was a beach vacation. She wanted to pretend she was on a beach in Chile, relaxing while she waited for her call time. She wanted to pretend she was in a million dollar bikini that would be envied by millions of girls everywhere. Maybe it was a shallow dream, but that was Courtlynn. She liked being envied by the populations. It was all she had going for her. She was a mess emotionally. No one seemed to genuinely care about her, even though she did have two siblings and an aunt and uncle. She knew they loved her, but she also thought she had burdened them enough for this life time. After all, her aunt and uncle had taken Courtlynn, Jocelyn and Alex in while they were still young. They also had their own children to look after now. Courtlynn loved them all dearly, but she thought they needed their space. When she had turned eighteen and gotten her inheritance from her father and mother, she had given it to her aunt and uncle, as did her brother. Joce had kept her share and went off with some rich old man. Courtlynn and Alex even sent home monthly checks to make sure they could make ends meet, even though her aunt and uncle had good jobs. It was just a way of showing her gratitude.
"Don't ever be sorry for showing a form of emotion."
She told him, a little too quickly. In therapy, she had learned that everyone was entitled to feel their feelings. It was a beautiful thing she had learned, and her favorite thing. The one thing they were guaranteed in life was feelings. They didn't have to be good feelings, but they were still their own feelings. They owned them. They could use them how they wanted. She smiled softly as she listened to the beautiful story he was telling. She wished she had memories like that.
"It's a nice story. It's not stupid. I wish I had stories like that of my childhood. But my parents robbed my siblings and I of any form of a decent childhood."
She told him. When Courtlynn talked about her childhood, it came off as cold and distant. It seemed as if she were just restating something that was told to her. She had no reason to make it warm and fuzzy, and she also had no reason to make it seem bitter and mean. It was what it was, and she couldn't change it. That didn't mean she liked it; she just accepted it.
"Oh, no. Don't be sorry. I mean, I guess I do remember them, but they were just not very good people. So I just remember these entities who let nannies take care of me when I was little. Then, I was forced to go live with my uncle and aunt for the rest of my life, but they were nice people."
She tried to explain her past without giving him too information. She wasn't sure why she was trying to hide it from him. It wasn't like he had any reason to use it against her. After all, he had just tried to kill her a few minutes ago.
"I have an older brother and a younger sister. Alex and Jocelyn. I don't talk to them much anymore. Alex went off and did his own thing in London. Something with engineering. Jocelyn left the family as soon as she turned eighteen. I haven't heard from her in at least a year."
She told him. She had always longed for a close family. The only person she was really close to was her aunt, and that was because her aunt was a very caring woman who treated the three siblings as her own children when they weren't. Her uncle was a good man, but he was always off working. She never really got to see him except for family vacations or holidays. Alex had grown distant when their mother went off the deep end, so there wasn't really much of a brotherly bond there. And there was no getting through to Jocelyn. She was just being a menace to herself and society.
"I mean, it has been kind of lonely out here, and you seem nice enough."
She told him, basically agreeing to go along with him. It would be nice to not have to just depend on herself for survival anymore. Plus, she really missed just talking to someone, even if they knew nothing about who she was or her past life experiences.
"I know there is a group of crash survivors. I followed them around for the first few days, trying to see what all they did. I don't think they know I'm out here, but I know their daily schedule for the most part. That's why I come here at night. They're all asleep at the caves right now. They come here during the day to stock up on water and clean up."
She rambled off. She got off the rock, digging through her suitcase. She pulled out a shiny gold bikini top and bottoms, and a pair of denim shorts. She went behind the rock (mostly to save him from embarrassment) and she changed into them. Once she was clothed, she came back from around the big boulder, handing him his shirt.
"Thanks again. That was really nice of you."
She told him. She then looked over at his suitcase.
"Do you have anything that needs washed? I've just been cleaning them in the water and stuff. I could do yours, too, if you want."
She offered, laughing slightly at his optimism.
"Oh, the modeling world would not want me back. Hollywood would want to buy me out, but I doubt I would ever walk in a show ever again. They can be pretty cold hearted."
She replied, listening to the sadness in his voice as he talked about his past. They actually had something in common: alcoholism.
"I was actually addicted to drugs as well as alcohol a few years back. I think I'm about two years sober now."
She confessed, hoping to make him feel a little better.
"I got mixed into the wrong people. An ex of mine was all into that kind of stuff. It just started taking over my life, and I knew it was either modeling or drugs and him. He wasn't that great of a guy, so I went with work."
She told him, going distant again as she thought about Bret and their time together. Then she cracked a big, toothy smile.
"You know what they should do with addicts? Send them to a deserted island. Can't get your fix out here, and it's basically a fight for your survival. It would probably take their mind off withdraw."
She joked, looking over at him.
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Post by star on Mar 15, 2016 16:16:46 GMT -5
CHARLIE NATHANIEL MATTHEWS
Charlie tried his best to not let this place get the best of him. He'd wake up every morning very early and start his positivity sayings he had learned with his therapist in high school. They were basic and rather cookie cutter saying like "You can do anything you set your mind to" but it had seemed to really help him. It was like he was constantly talking himself up like he does before a big game, with less anxiety of course. He'd spend his mornings doing some of the work outs he could do without equipment, push ups, sit ups, planks. He did his best to make it feel like he was home or just in a super intense boot camp of some sort. He wasn't going to let this place take his sanity but at night it got hard. Hearing creepy things crawl around, birds, monkeys and god knows what else screaming at the top of their lungs. Then it'd all settle down his mind would start acting up, reminding him of everything he has to loose if he doesn't make it back home. The career he hadn't even had the chance to start yet because he had been lost at sea on an unknown island.
He let out a small sigh of relief when Courtlynn validated his feelings. He knew he always had a right to say whatever he wanted but he was never good with talking to woman after Lindsay. She would always put him down for being too caring towards his family. Lindsay didn't have the type of family that Charlie did, no one he'd ever met had a family like his. They were so close knit. He'd always tell his parents everything, without hesitation, because he knew they'd always understand and not judge him for making mistakes. He couldn't help but to flash a small smile to her, as if silently thanking her for being so kind hearted to his feelings.
"What happened to make you live with your aunt and uncle?" He paused for a moment trying to figure out if he should have asked such an invasive question. "You don't have to tell me." Charlie stumbled over his words, he could sense how much this subject seemed to bother her and his heart grew heavy knowing he'd started to poke around in such a sensitive subject. He dropped his head between his knees to try and hide just how red his face was getting. Even though it was dark he didn't her to see how weak he could be, call it a man thing or being degraded for months by another human being, it was something he took very seriously.
His head perked up whenever she started talking about her siblings, even though it didn't seem like she was super close to them she at least had someone to go through her childhood with and that made him feel at least a little bit better. Something about her already started to make him feel a little protective, maybe it was the fact he about killed her, or that they're stranded together. Whatever it was it was nice for Charlie to have that feeling back, like he mattered to someone even.
"Great!" He smiled, happy to know someone was going to be tagging along. He was so worried in the beginning by being dragged down by other survivors but he was starting to think maybe he had it all wrong. "We'll start tomorrow to other side of the island. I still have a lot of places I need to cover." His smile grew wider as he thought about them finding locals together and saving everyone.
"Well, I'm glad I seem nice enough." He chuckled a little. "As long as you don't attract monkey we'll be okay. Those stupid animals hate me." He scuffed. When he was a kid he always thought the monkey at the zoo would be awesome to hung out with and swing on trees with. Being in this place he realized being stuck in a jungle like island is not like the Jungle Book.
He looked away the whole time she started getting dress, trying to not make her uncomfortable. The rock helped but not as much as she thought it did.
"So you really don't get nervous in front of people do you?" he chuckled a little trying to make the situation light even though she seemed like she had no problem with any of it.
He took his shirt back and reached over for the out of date back pack. He started to fold his shirt up and place it back into the raggedy bag when her kindness hit him again. It was so nice to have someone be sweet to him even if it was just seemingly small things, they meant a lot to him. He never really had anyone besides his family that was nice, or could trust. He searched through his bag to pull out some extra clothes and walked behind a tree to strip from the clothing he was wearing. Placing the new clothes over himself he walked back from behind the tree.
"I need these ones washed." He smiled handing her the clothes. "If you teach me I can help I'm sure you have a lot more to do than I do."
"Why wouldn't the modeling world want you back?" His curiosity about her career grew inside of him. He had never met anyone who was a model or did any sort of modeling. He never did understand why people would model but to each their own. "I think Hollywood would eat all of us alive once we get back home. They're going to go crazy over this story, which I guess is an okay thing. I just really don't want to get back and be railed by people wanting to know how we made it." He sighed a little thinking about how much press coverage this was probably getting already, hoping his family wouldn't be freaking out about the whole thing. His mom was probably worrying herself half to death by this point. They talked on the phone every single day when he was in college, this was probably killing her.
"That's awesome being sober for two years." He smiled knowing personally how hard it can be to get out of certain situations especially alcohol. Liquor almost stole his life from him but he rose above it, just like he's going to do with this situation.
"My ex was a real jerk too." He said trying as hard as possible to not sound salty. "I caught her in bed with my best friend, well I guess ex best friend now." He sighed a little shaking his head. "It's not that big of a deal now but sometimes it really gets to me. How could someone do that to another person, you know?"
"I'm glad you got away from him. I know how hard that can be." His mouth curled to a small smile of encouragement. He wanted her to know she wasn't alone in the whole situation.
He laughed a little at her suggestion about throwing addicts in the wilderness. "I don't know about you but ever since I woke up in this place all I've wanted was a drink. To stop thinking about survival every second or every day. To just take a break for a second." He paused for a moment, trying to get a hold of himself, trying his hardest to not let his emotions get the best of him. He was mentally trying to wash the stress from his soul. He knew being stressed wasn't good but even if he wanted to, he knew there was no where to get a drink around this place.
"We should probably get out of here before long and try to set up camp for the night. Since it's dark and everything." He stated trying to let her know it was the safest place to be for too long without a fire to warn off any animals that were out lurking in the forest for their next meal.
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Anna
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Post by Anna on Mar 15, 2016 20:04:26 GMT -5
Courtlynn had been one of those people who were just naturally skinny. She rarely ever worked out, and when she did, it was only for a few minutes at a time. She was out of shape, though this island was whipping her into shape. The tall, skinny girl never ate, which was probably why she stayed so small. She was lucky if she got to eat a banana and a handful of almonds when she was back home. She never had an appetite, but when you were in her line of work, it was a good thing to look like death was knocking at your door. She did drink those vegetable and fruit smoothies when she had a few moments of free time, and those were probably what kept her alive, to be honest. They had calories in them, and they didn't take too long to drink. Plus, she could stretch it out over the day if she needed to.
"Oh, you know. My mom was some crazy gold-digger, and my dad was a sane, rich man who had a lot going for him. My mom thought my dad was cheating, sneaked into our house in the middle of the night, killed our father and our nanny, and then kidnapped the three of us. We didn't know any of that at the time, but we stayed in a hotel and my brother turned the tele on. We were plastered everywhere. So, we kind of turned ourselves in. And our mom."
She told him. She had grown up in the large city of London, so having the three of them on national news meant that everyone was looking for them. It also helped that their father was a big political person in London. People looked at politicians like celebrities. She was just surprised that it had taken so long for them to be saved. They saw the hotel clerks, and they even said hello to them every time they passed each other.
"That sounds like a plan. I don't think I've been on the other side of the island before. I've tried to stick close to this area in order to keep myself safe."
She told him. She had explored this part of the island pretty well. The caves, the lagoon, the beaches, some of the jungle. She stuck close to the other campers just to make sure that if she did get attacked by a monkey or other wild animal, they would hear her screams and come running after her.
"Oh, yes. I just rub bananas all over me in hopes to attract monkeys."
She joked, cracking a big smile at him. She had a weird sense of humor, and she didn't expect him to laugh or even crack a smile over the joke. When she heard his voice again, she looked at him. She had tried not to make it awkward for him, not that he hadn't seen her naked already. But he seemed to be feeling a little on the awkward side. It was kind of cute to see a guy trying to not look at her naked body. She was used to guys doing all they possibly could to look at her naked body. Plus, she posed nude for photos all the time.
"I don't think I have an anxious bone in my body."
She replied.
"But I will tell you that I'm not used to guys purposely looking away when a gorgeous, tall, blonde woman is unclothed around them."
She added, a small laugh coming out of her body. She took the clothes from him, putting them in her suitcase. She would probably do the laundry tomorrow. She was kind of tired, and she didn't really feel like getting herself wet again.
"I highly doubt I have more to do than you. There's only so much a girl can do on a deserted island."
She smiled. There was really nothing she could do on this island. She could tan, but she knew that wouldn't be good for her skin in the long run. She could explore, but then she risked being mauled by a rabid animal. She could go cave exploring, but she could fall off a cliff and die. So, really, anything remotely fun on this island involved a risk of dying. She figured that she had tested the universe enough with living after the plane went down.
"Models are disposable in the industry. Unless you get lucky enough to be Adrianna Lima, they're willing to throw you away for a new, exciting, younger model."
She explained. She worked with sharks, and she had known that the day she had gotten into the business. Her aunt had warned her, but Courtlynn had always been a tough cookie. She took the rude comments in stride.
"I think being famous in Hollywood would be too much work. I'm used to having my picture taken, but only when its on my terms."
She told him, shrugging slightly. She was a model, and she was in the public industry, but she rarely ran into people who knew her actual name.
"I'm sorry to hear about that. They didn't deserve you in their lives. I like to believe there's a reason for everything that happens in this world. Maybe you needed that to happen in order for your baseball career to kick off. Maybe they were holding you back from your potential."
Her voice was calm when she said that. She had adopted that philosophy when she was younger, sitting through her mother's trial. If she hadn't gotten that in her mind, she probably wouldn't have made it as far as she did.
"I know what you mean. It's kind of hard not to slip back into old habits when things like this happen. It's like a trigger, I guess."
She told him, answering his question. She zipped her suitcase back up, pulling the handle up in order for her to wheel it around. It was too heavy for her to carry.
"Where to?"
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