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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 14:23:50 GMT -5
Ean was usually productive during the early hours and then again after the sun had begun to descend, but during the midday, when the temperatures rose the highest, he struggled to summon the will to do much of anything. When the tropical heat became too much for him, he would retreat to the island's coast for a dip in the water. Since he couldn't swim, he generally didn't wade out past his waist, knowing that he was better off with his feet firmly planted on the sandy bottom. Peeling off his shirt and shoes, the young Irish-American made his way through the jungle, toward the beach. When he reached the treeline, he broke into a sprint. The hot sand was scalding and the sooner he reached the tide line the better. His dog darted past him, the thick pads on his paws not easily burnt, but to him, the run was a game that he liked to win. "Don't gloat," the man said as he caught up to the panting mutt, who was letting the waves wash up around his ankles. Standing on the wet sand, Ean stripped off his shorts so that he was wearing only his boxers, not keen on getting another case of chafing from wet twill Dickies. Tossing the shorts away from the water so they would stay dry, he began to wade out. He groaned aloud as the water cooled his skin, letting his head hang back. "Yessss. Turning back, he looked at the dog who was sitting resolutely at the water's edge. "Stayin' here again then, are yeh?" he asked, knowing that the animal didn't care much for the ocean. "Suit yehself." Waves broke nearby, sending up a spray of drops that were comparatively cold, and as they landed on the man's golden skin, he shivered and hissed from the shock, but loved the sensation at the same time. Once he was out far enough, he crouched below the surface, slicking the water from his face and hair as he resurfaced. The surf was choppier than usual and after he got tired of waves breaking on his head, he decided to move out a little further to where the swells were forming. He could still touch the bottom there and the water appeared quieter. What he didn't know, however, was that there was a riptide working deeper down, drawing him out inch by inch. He didn't notice that he was slowly getting further out until a swell came along and lifted him off of his feet. He was used to bobbing up for just a moment and then feeling his feet hit the bottom again, but this time, as the swell dropped him and continued past, he felt a spike of fear as he suddenly dipped underwater. When his feet did touch the bottom, he pushed off, rocketing up to the surface, but after he got a breath, he was forced under again. It slowly dawned on him how precarious his situation was. He could continue to bob there, pushing off of the bottom to steal a break before sinking under, but the current was too strong for him to work his way in and he would eventually run out of energy. Sensing the danger, his dog stood up, barking nervously. Ean was still scrambling for a solution when a wave broke right over top of his just as he was coming up for a breath. Unfortunately, the Eastern beach was littered with boulders and there were a few submerged off of the coast as well. Ean felt his body slammed into one and his lungs reflexively expelled their contents. By now, his dog was pacing the beach and barking insistently, anxiously taking a few steps into the water and then bounding backwards. ooc | Anna I know I said I would post a semi-open thread for you to pick a character, but then I had muse for this, so here it is. Lol More posts coming asap.
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Post by Anna on Feb 20, 2016 21:19:00 GMT -5
In the mornings, Anais was seen spending her time with the children on the island. She took care of them and taught them what she could while the other adults on the island got things ready for the rest of the day. It was a nice trade off. Anais loved teaching; it was what she was born to do. She wouldn't let something as simple as a crash on a deserted island stop her from doing what she loved. She taught in the morning, before the sun became unbearable. After that, she went to the beach to work on her tan and swim in the cool water. She invited the kids to go with her, if they wanted to. But a lot of their parents/guardians wanted them to stay in the cool caves so they wouldn't get sunburn. Something as simple as a sunburn could be deadly when there was no modern medicine.
Anais liked taking the long way to the beach. It was shaded by trees, which meant that it wasn't as hot as it could be. She was still hot and sweaty, but she was able to see the new flora and fauna that the island had to offer. One of her favorite things about traveling to new places was the different species of life they had to offer. She didn't have her camera with her in order to take pictures to remember the new species with, but she had the feeling that they wouldn't be getting off this island anytime soon, which meant she would be seeing them so often she would be sick of them within no time. She wanted to enjoy it while she still could, though.
A bird flew past her face, which made her stop in her tracks and gasp. She had been startled, but then she heard something in the distance. It sounded like a dog barking. She walked towards the sound quickly, coming to the clearing. She saw a dog barking at the water, and she looked out. She saw a figure go under water, but she didn't see it come back up. Anais loved the beach, and she went as often as she could. She had taught herself how to swim just in case she got swept out to sea and needed to save herself. She immediately started running towards the water, kicking her shoes off as she ran. She ran past the frantic dog, beginning to do the breast stroke towards the person. When she couldn't find him, she took three quick, sharp breaths, and then dove under the water, opening her eyes. The salt water stung, but her adrenaline was masking it. When she saw the body, she swam towards it, pulling him up, breaking the surface of the water with a gasp for air. She swam over to a rock, using it to prop the man up while lightly kicking her feet under water in order to keep them from sinking.
"Hey! Hey! Are you okay? You hit that rock pretty hard. Can you even hear me?"
She asked, moving her hand to smack his cheek. She had seen it done in movies in order to wake up an unconscious person. At this point, she wasn't even sure if he was awake or not. Her eyes were stinging so bad that her vision was blurry.
ooc: I tried. I wanted to get this written because I really felt like writing.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2016 13:05:01 GMT -5
The dog startled as a woman rushed past, tucking his tail and running a few yards away before turning around to watch the rescue attempt. He stopped barking momentarily, but stood there, shifting his weight anxiously. His sixth sense told him that Ean was running out of time. Off the coast, the man was fighting the intense urge to fill his empty chest. Not only had the encounter with the rocks knocked the air out of him, it had also disoriented him and he couldn't tell if his desperate flailing was taking him anywhere, let alone the surface. Drowning could happen so quickly. All it took was one gasp and he felt the new sensation of his lungs filling with water, his body reflexively coughing in an attempt to eject the liquid, but as he coughed and gasped, there was no air to replace the water he cough out and more was sucked right back in.
His mind fogged. His limbs grew heavy and still, floating out from his body limply, as his features relaxed, his face looking eerily placid. His grip on consciousness was so loose that he barely felt himself being pulled to the surface, but a moment later, he could hear a voice. Curiously, it didn't make much sense to him, but he felt inclined to listen none-the-less, not ready to slip fully into unconsciousness and ultimately death. Air touched his skin, signaling his brain that it was time to try breathing again. A small breath rasped between his lips, his chest still full of water.
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Post by Anna on Feb 22, 2016 19:48:27 GMT -5
Anais may have known how to swim, but she knew nothing about saving someone's life. She knew no first aid, which was kind of important at this moment. The most she had to do when a student was hurt was put a band-aid on their finger, but that was only when they were under the age of ten. If it was extremely major, she would send them to the nurse, who was usually always on staff. So, right now, when this guy was barely breathing, she was scared shitless. She didn't want him to die on her, and she didn't know if she could swim with him all the way back to shore. She was a strong swimmer, but not that strong. "Shit..." She muttered, trying to decide on what to do. She decided to try and swim back to shore. She wrapped one arm around his torso, using her other arm to swim them to shore. It took a few minutes, but they made it safe and sound. She stood up, pulling him up the sand. Once she got him far enough inland that the water wasn't touching him, she sat down next to him. She wasn't sure if she was going to do this right, but it was better than doing nothing. She put her palm over the top of her other hand, placing the free palm on his chest. She pushed down heavily, closing her eyes as she did so. She didn't want to see if she caused him pain or not. She continued to press down on her chest, lightly humming 'Staying Alive' by the Bee Gees. It was something she had heard to keep the tempo of CPR at the correct pace.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2016 21:26:04 GMT -5
Lachy was unaware of what Anais was doing for him or how difficult it was for her to drag his limp body to the shore. Miraculously, she made it, perhaps due to adrenaline or the fact that she was a fighter and a survivor. It was a good thing that she tried CPR regardless of having no proper training, because Ean's body had given up trying to dispell the aspirated water on its own, having had no success. After a minute of her manually pumping his chest, his muscles contacted suddenly and he started coughing, finally getting some oxygen.
His face had been paling but now it quickly flushed a deep red as every cough brought up more water. His eyes blinked open momentarily before he squeezed them shut and coughed harder, rolling onto his side so that he didn't choke. It took him a couple of minutes to be able to say anything. T'anks," he managed to whisper, his voice hoarse. The dog had been hanging back, skittishly dancing a ring around them, watching everything that was happening but too wary to approach. When he heard Ean's voice, however, he timidly trotted forward and licked his face.
"Naahh," Lachy muttered, screwing up his face and holding up his hand to ward the animal off. He liked the dog, but he wasn't that fond of having dog slobber all over his face. Propping himself up first on his elbows, he shakily sat up and looked at his rescuer. He had seen her around camp plenty of times, but they fulfilled different roles most of the time and he hadn't been very talkative the last couple of weeks. "T'ank yeh," he said this time more clearly. "What's yehr name again?"
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Post by Anna on Feb 23, 2016 18:58:58 GMT -5
Anais thanked adrenaline for everything she had just accomplished in the last five minutes. It was as if her instincts had kicked in, and she wasn't even in control of what she was doing. She was just going with the motions that her body was doing. She wasn't aware of the fact that she could potentially be killing this man, if she was in fact doing CPR wrong. She just knew that when trying to save someone's life, they pressed on their chests forcefully. If there was a real science to it, she wasn't aware. Once the Irishman started coughing up liquid and gaining color, she stopped doing chest comprehensions, a rush of relief coming across her. How she had done it all, she wouldn't be able to guess. But she was glad she had saved him.
"Oh thank God you're okay."
She said, tears stinging her eyes. The tears were partially from the salt water stinging her eyes and partly from the relief she was feeling because of this man not dying on her. Once she started to settle down a little more, hearing the man talk, she relaxed. She got an actual look at his face. She finally began to recognize him, though she didn't think she actually talked to him much. She was always busy doing stuff with the kids or people wanting to learn something new. But she knew he was from the plane. Granted, she would've been really freaked out if he hadn't been on the plane. That would mean they weren't alone, which gave Anais the goosebumps.
"No problem at all. I was on my way over here, and I just heard...."
She said, looking at the dog.
"I guess it's your dog. He seems pretty worried about you. But yeah. My name is Anais."
She rambled, her accent thick and French. Though she had been to many places in this world, she hadn't lost her accent very much. She had gone back to her motherland many, many times, and she actually had an apartment there. She just loved traveling.
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