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Post by Bear on Sept 21, 2015 18:46:36 GMT -5
damaged people are dangerous
#517 @open Calloway awoke with a bit of a jolt, she was unconvinced that she would ever become accustomed to waking up in the middle of nowhere. She reached for her backpack and began the search for her water bottle, which, of course, was empty. With a sigh she tossed the light plastic container away from her. What I wouldn’t give for one damn Pepsi. Cal ran her tongue across her teeth and could feel the slight fuzzy feeling that accompanied mediocre hygiene practices. How long had it been since she last held a bottle of Colgate and an actual toothbrush? Maybe a week? Perhaps that much time had passed since her travel containers had run out. Again she shuffled through her pack, this time on the hunt for one of the few granola bars she had left. Once she found it, she broke it into fourths and then munched quietly on a quarter, putting the rest away for safe keeping. The others had all kind of… scattered, for lack of a better word, about the island. Sometimes Cal liked to dream that this was part of the trip, a designated stop along the way. She had been taking a connected flight to Australia as a graduation gift from her mother and father. Hell, this could be the destination! All of the water, the wildlife, the tropical climate. It really was beautiful. You know. Except for the crash site. That was a pretty miserable place. Why people decided to spend their days searching among the rubble was beyond anything Cal could imagine. Then again, people clung to any last bit of humanity they could get their hands on around here. The young woman hoisted herself up from the ground, tossed her backpack on, and began the short journey towards the beach. She was less than a sixth of a mile into the jungle. It had become her refuge. While others walked aimlessly along the coasts, watching, to no avail, for any sign of human life out on the water, Cal hid among the tall, sturdy trees. Thus far, it had kept her out of confrontation, always something worth noting. As she reached the beach she could make out the gentle curve of the horizon, how the sea seemed to kiss it for forever. She thought about love. She thought about pain. Life and death and everything in between. But most of all, she thought about Neenah. She thought about the way it felt to hold her baby’s weight in the grocery store line, how adorably frustrated the toddler would get trying to open the child proof cabinets, and how she would give anything to tell Neenah that she loved her, just one last time. She had to stop the thoughts. They were beginning to overwhelm her. She planted her body onto of a rock and watched the wave’s crash upon the shore. The sun gently warmed her pale skin and she pulled a notebook from her backpack and began to write down a game plan for survival. Step one: find a partner. There was sure to be strength in numbers. because they know how to survive
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Post by Clannibal on Sept 21, 2015 20:08:11 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
Zachary had yet to tour the entire island in its completion. The crash was so fresh, it felt as though it happened yesterday, and yet, yet, there was this feeling of eternity along with it. He had been one of the lucky ones. Nothing broken, no trauma, just a nasty chunk of skin torn off his arm from his wrist to elbow. It was going to leave an awful scar. He could care less about that, of course. The worst part had been having to waste some of the only alcohol he'd scavenged to keep the wound from getting infected the first few sundowns. He never realized he was an alcoholic until he'd been completely cut off from it.
After the first couple of days, he had taken time to gather the living to the beach for temporary residence. The were all there, still, sleeping mostly out in the open. Only a few had died during the week from injury-related reasons. It was amazing to see there was a decent amount. Still, starvation was really setting in. At least they'd found fresh water. A girl named Taya had been the first to get to the Lagoon. Stupid girl found it without even looking for it.
He had not considered that there would be others who'd scattered across the island, whether by choice or simply because they were unaware that Zach had taken charge. Mostly. Some other guy had helped. He wasn't sure but he thought his name was "Ryan."
So, he was extremely surprised to see that there was a young woman here, on the beach of which he hadn't yet explored. The area was awfully beautiful so it actually took a long while to see her while he was distracted by the pod of dolphins that had taken over the center of the gulf.
He was almost positive that he'd never seen her before. She must've been a stray. He was about to think something rather sexist, about how lonely a woman must get on her own, until he remembered Nix and it stopped such a stupid thought. He wondered if she was going to be someone dangerous, but that was also stupid. It's not like there were any weapons allowed on carry-ons, and he was pretty convinced the check in bags had all been burned. Real shame, that. Somewhere in there had been a gun of his. A hunting rifle. Now that would keep a panicked group of people icily calm.
He approached her. Hunger gnawed at his belly. Had she found any food yet? There were clusters of bananas in one spot but they had quickly been demolished. He'd even tried to keep it relatively secret and bring it back in rations for everyone. Someone had followed him the second trip, though, and the secret was out.
People were so annoying.
"Hey. Who are you?" he called to her when he was within a good listening distance. He continued walking a casual gait as he did so. Better at least give her warning before he got close. Maybe she thought she was alone out here.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 21:05:47 GMT -5
Water splashed around his calves, though he didn't move, his green orbs trained on the waves beneath his feet which were wrapped with the remnants of his tee shirt. Despite this little streaks of red would occasionally peak from the fabric. The coral where he stood was sharp. The part he stood in was a good ways out, but the reef was flat and rocks peaked almost out of the water. Occasionally a large wave would splash at him, pushing him back and almost making him lose his spot. Still, he braced himself and eventually was able to keep this position. The spear he'd fashioned was held firmly in his hand, poised to strike.
Finally he caught sight of a silver flash, his arm jutting out into the water. The ripples blinded him from his catch so he waited on bated breath as he pulled his makeshift weapon from the waters. At the tip of the wooden stick was a Perch. He hadn't expected it but here it was and of a decent size despite it being a bit further inland. He tucked it in the satchel he had slapped together using some probably-dead-guy's pants and belt he had found in a suitcase on the plane. He wasn't going to use it, right? He had been out here since the sun first came up and had about six fish caught. He felt like he had enough. Now it was just time to make it back to shore.
The tide tried to drag him back to the reef but he was smart about it. He eased himself with the pull, finding his break in the waves before swimming free of the current. Then he beelined for the shore, careful not to wear himself out. Once he got within a certain distance the beach the waves did the rest. He just let himself be carried the rest of the way. Once on land though he would rest on his elbows in the sand, taking in a few deep breaths to stead himself before standing on his aching feet.
The fish he had caught were small but they would make a decent enough meal. Unlike the other morons who had survived he didn't need to rely on the nuts, roots and fruits scavenged. He had learned himself to spear-fish all red neck style and would eat like a king tonight. Some... jungle king or what have you. Still, his mind did think on that group and how they were starting to look a little worse for wear. He would tell himself that they were doing this to themselves though and continue down the beach- limping as he went.
It was then that he heard the voices... no- thankfully not in his head- they were survivors. Probably from the group. Or at least one of them was. He recognized the face a bit but had managed to stay away from him as well as the others as they divided out tasks. The girl was new though. Had she survived on her own? Weird. He had to give her props though. She had to be doing something right.
Still, he knew he had to get back to his own personal stash of items before these fish went bad. So he just started to walk past them. "Hello," he started as he walked by, each step causing him to hobble a bit, "annnnnd... good bye." He'd toss his fingers outward in a half-ass salute before continuing away.
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Post by Bear on Sept 21, 2015 21:36:23 GMT -5
damaged people are dangerous
WC: 494 @logan&Zach
Cal looked up from her work just long enough to catch the small pod of dolphins playing in the distance. She yearned to out there with them. Muscle memory played tricks on her mind, and for a short second, it almost felt like she was wearing her wet suite. Ready to go and explore this new sea scape she found herself surrounded by. Had anyone found any fresh water around? Cal knew that there were other survivors, she had heard them. Their cries, their moans, their distress. She could almost taste the despair as it rolled off of their lips. This was by no means a funny situation. People had died. She had almost died. Her eyes moved back onto her paper as she attempted to get herself back into the right state of mind to make up a plan that could potentially mean the difference between life and death.
She winced a slight bit as her fingers wrapped around the pen, there was definitely something sprained in there, but a little bit of that was to be expected under the current circumstances. She was busy at work crossing out everything that she had written when she heard the first voice. It caught her off guard and she flinched a bit. During the split second it took her to regain her composure she assessed and confirmed a couple of things: 1.The voice was male 2. She had for sure heard him on the beach 3. He seemed confused about her. She grabbed her backpack in an instinctive protective motion and brought it close to her body. Her legs were prepped to flee, but the male didn’t seem interested in harming her in any way as he nonchalantly moved closer to her perch.
It had been a while since she had spoken to another person and her vocal cords seemed like the pipes on an old forgotten organ. There were practically cobwebs forming within them. A slight cough preceded the cracked words uh… She gave her mind a moment to process what was being asked of her. Me? Duh, you moron. You’re the only perso- and just in the middle of that thought another male approached. He was limping and appeared to be clinging to something in his… was that a purse? She shook the question out of her mind. It wasn’t really important who carried a purse at a time like this, was it? She flicked some red hair behind her shoulder as she redirected her attention back to the original male I’m Calloway, but who the heck is that? She let her finger point towards the hobbling male who had saluted them and was now walking away from the pair.
I’ll trade you a granola bar in exchange for your name and a promise that you won’t kill me she offered up one last comment in an attempt to lighten the mood a bit, winking as she cut off. because they know how to survive
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Post by Clannibal on Sept 22, 2015 9:14:05 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
Right after he'd called out to the woman, the other guy appeared. Well, not appeared per-se, but Zach was feeling particularly unobservant after all of this. He was starving, though, so it couldn't be helped, right? The last banana he'd eaten was yesterday morning. He'd seen the monkeys in the trees but he wasn't hopeful for protein at this rate.
The guy walking by wasn't a familiar face, either. Zach felt glad to see the two of them. They both looked healthy, too. In fact, the woman was offering him a granola bar. Without any hesitation he grabbed it and ripped the wrapping open, tearing into it like a wolf upon a fresh kill.
"I'm Zach," he mumbled through a mouthful of granola. "I'm not killing anybody unless they give me a reason," he next responded, turning halfway away from the new girl to watch the strange man nonchalantly walking away. He saw that the guy was holding a spear and marveled at it. He had thought of fishing that way, but frankly, guns and fishing lines were more his talents, not spears fresh out of Robinson Crusoe.
"Excuse me for a second," he smirked at her, glancing briefly at her face, before looking back to the man. Cupping around his mouth, he hollered at him. "Come back here, asshole! There's a whole group of sick people that could use that spear!"
He was caught between these two people, and he wasn't planning on leaving tonight without either of them. But if the guy kept on walking, well, Zach wouldn't be above swiping that spear - or the bag he suspected was bulging with fish.
He looked back at Calloway, shaking his head. "So you're not with him? You're out here alone?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2015 14:48:12 GMT -5
Well this was awkward.
Stopping mid-step, Logan considered throwing the spear at the man yelling at him. Instead though he half turned, flashing the man a bit of a cocky grin as he sized him up. He was good sized- on a good day Logan had no doubt that this guy could hold his own but Logan had the advantage here. Unlike this new guy he wasn't running on empty. He'd been proactive about food and wasn't really the sharing type when it came to people he didn't know. Still, he told himself that fighting this guy would be like beating up a puppy at this point.
"You want my spear, pal?" he asked with a grin, turning and grabbing his crotch. "I aint gay but I guess I could make an exception- 'specially if it is to help out someone in need." It was, of course, a joke- albeit not a very good one considering the state of things. This became more obvious as this male tore into the granola bar. It was borderline pathetic. "An' don't worry, sweet heart. If you can walk at a leisurely pace I'm sure you can keep him from gettin' his hands on you.. or just push him, he'd probably fall right over, right sport?"
This guy was soft in the head if he thought he was handing anything over. He hadn't just spent all day fishing just to hand over his hard-earned meal without a fight. He was curious about the girl though. Where had she gotten all the granola bars and how had she made them last this well? He was sure that they wouldn't now though if she offered any more up to the group.
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Post by Bear on Sept 22, 2015 15:58:31 GMT -5
damaged people are dangerous
sorrythissucks @open Cal watched with some amusement as the male devoured her granola bar. It almost felt good to help out someone in need. Almost. Then the dreaded knowledge that SHE was someone in need set in. She arranged her body to better see the confrontation that was about to unfold between the two big oafs who had interrupted her quiet time. She recognized Zach. He had been on the beach, organizing and arranging people into a pattern her though best suited their situation. Cal had been careful to dodge that bullet as she slipped quietly into the protection of the forest.
Her eyes narrowed in disbelief as she watched the newer male turn towards them, his hand stretching towards his nether regions. Oh. Lovely. She almost didn’t notice that her jaw was hanging open a bit in disbelief and had to work to close it. These men were ridiculous. And they were supposed to be her best chance at survival? What a crock of shit.
She crossed her arms over her chest as she listened to her ‘heros.’ Sweet Heart? He was addressing her by sweet heart? How cliché. Cal literally couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She appreciated that this limping man had so much self-esteem, but there was a point where it was no longer endearing. This male had passed that point. Thanks for the tips Asshat. I’ll keep them in mind. She spit the words out. How on God’s green earth was it possible that she would get stranded on a beach with these two?
She dreaded ever leaving the protection of her jungle, the monkeys provided more intelligent conversation than what was happening before her at this moment. She kept her gaze locked on the men. They seemed shifty. because they know how to survive
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Post by Clannibal on Sept 23, 2015 9:41:39 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
The whole thing, as it was going down, was overwhelming. Time seemed to stand still for a bit. He watched gestures this guy made and the things he said, and his face flushed with anger. He heard the girl shouting insults back at him. All he could think was something bloodthirsty - where's my damn gun.
Frowning, he closed his eyes and tried not to let himself get too riled. He very well could lose his mind. It was beyond belief for him to meet people who refused to act like humans even when something so horrific had happened.
Still, a man was a man, and testosterone had its way of ruership more often than not. He opened his eyes.
"What I'd like to do, you sunava bitch, is chop it off and feed it to the seagulls. At least this sweetheart here isn't terrified of other people. I've never seen a dog run so fast with its tail between its legs."
He glanced at her before looking back to Logan. Normally, he'd whoop the guys ass, but circumstances were different, and at this point, he was more interested in the girl. This guy could drop dead now and Zach would sleep better tonight.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2015 14:22:06 GMT -5
Hearing the backlash almost caused him to grin like an idiot. Maybe it was selfish but he missed socializing with the guys back home and this vulgar exchange reminded him of home. He sighed, letting the spear rest across his shoulder now as he relaxed a bit. Whatever anger he'd shown for that brief amount of time simply washing away from him, leaving his cocky self to shine.
His eyes fell on Calloway for a moment, his smile never fading. He could tell that he had offended her but he didn't really know how. It was hard to connect the dots of his own childish display towards Zach to her feelings. Still, he didn't know her enough to care. First impressions weren't exactly his specialty anyways and if she wanted to take this guy's side then why would he try to be nice? His words had been genuine; dickish, yes, but not at her expense. "Glad to see you at least have a sense of humor," he would say to her sarcastically before turning back to Zach.
"Well I never!" he said, placing a hand over his heart as if to act like some offended southern woman, he even managed a pitch just a half step higher just to pick on this guy further. "But in all seriousness... a seagull? Well I guess it would be a little bit more terrifying if you actually could do anything about it."
He smirked, holding out the spear, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "How about this. I'll give you the spear- I might even teach you how to use it. IF you can take it from me." He kept it out at arms length between the two of them, his brow raising slowly. "Or, you know, you can apologize for your nasty words like the idiot you are and beg for it and I'll hand it over."
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Post by Bear on Sept 24, 2015 17:02:32 GMT -5
damaged people are dangerous
sorrythissucks @open Cal was becoming exhausted with the games of the other male. Had he done anything particularly rude to her? No. However her instinct was, and always had been, to side with the underdog; and in this situation that seemed to be Zach. Besides any decent human being would side with Zach; Zach was looking out for a beach full of people whereas the other was only thinking of himself.
Come to think about it Cal identified with the later a bit – and maybe that’s why she was angry with him. Projecting her own guilt of leaving behind everyone else on the beach onto this poor guy. She bit her lip, chewing gently as the two argued over a stick. This whole situation was a bit primal. He wanted an apology? He couldn’t seriously be demanding an apology, could he? She glared at him at the mention of her sense of humor… or lack thereof. Normally Cal was funny. If not a bit sarcastic, but this situation didn’t seem very funny. In fact, nothing seemed terribly funny.
She sat, solid, strong, unwavering atop her cool rock post. Her stomach was aching with hunger and for a second she thought about eating the last of her granola bars; but she was too nervous about not having food tomorrow to. How long would she last without food? Would this other guy watch her starve to death when, in the morning, she had no food left? Would he even feel bad about it? She thought about Neenah. How her beautiful baby girl would have to grow up in a world of people just like this man, because men selfish enough to survive until rescue were the ones who would get to go home.
She had to hold herself back, reign her emotion again, catching it just in time before losing control. Her eyes strayed back to the men – hope fading quickly. because they know how to survive
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Post by Clannibal on Sept 24, 2015 17:28:45 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
There was nothing about any of this that made sense. All Zach could think of was that a guy like this would be one of the firsts he would kill if he'd had his gun with him. Right now, all he had was anger and a woman watching the scene play out. Maybe he had been a little aggressive, but the idea that this guy was going to catch himself a meal and wander right on by the sick and wounded was enough to make Zachary convinced that he had to die.
He stared darkly as the guy tried to add comedy relief in what was poor taste. Had he been drinking? That infuriated him much more to think of, mostly out of a sick jealousy, as he was in withdrawal himself. The guy wanted a stick fight. Some game of cat and mouse. Zach wasn't interested.
"Keep your shitty dickstick. I'd rather you stay far away on the other side of the island, and stay away from the rest of us. You're actually the lowest of the low. My little brother didn't die in this hellhole so I could play fetch with a queer."
He wanted to fight this guy. He really did. But Zach kept his cool. There was too much to do. He regretted calling this guy out to begin with.
He turned suddenly on the girl, who had been sitting quietly on her perch. She had been kind enough to give him something to eat, but now he was angry, and angry Zach was not exactly an understanding guy. It was obvious that she knew there were other survivors, yet she'd slunk away to keep her pathetic granola bars away from everyone else.
People were disgusting. He wanted to squash them and wipe the guts on Logan's face.
"Screw you, too. You're as cowardly as he is. Where were you when the plane was on fire and people with broken limbs were burning to death in there, because you were too busy hiding in the bushes to pee on yourself? Thanks for the granola bar. Real nice to know someone is eating good tonight."
He threw the wrapper in the sand in a rage, towards her, before sneering back to Logan. He expected there would be more taunting, and if so, he'd try to walk away. The thought of Joey and the other dead people he'd seen were haunting him, though. And, hunger was making his filters disappear quickly.
"Am I really supposed to accept that you don't care what happens to the kids back there on the beach? And expect me to apologize to you like I'm hurting your feelings? You didn't lose someone you love when you boarded that plane? Damn, life's a bitch."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 17:57:22 GMT -5
Wow he had struck more of a nerve than he had realized. It was like he had hit a feeling's gold mine and all of the riches of his blow was pouring from this guy. It was almost glorious. Logan found himself silent- a first probably in his whole life- as the guy went off on not only him, but the girl who had been nice enough to offer up some of her own food. She, he could tell, was pissed at him too. He would awkwardly scratch at the tip of his nose, leaning back on his heels as the guy kept spouting off about how he was a lowlife... and a queer. Well that was a new one, wasn't it? Except, not really.
Unable to help himself he rolled his eyes. "God you are pathetic," he said, taking a few steps forwards now. His advancement on this male didn't stop until he was just within arms reach of him. Standing tall he would stare at the male, his brow raised high as if daring him to do something. It was a testosterone fueled moment on both of their parts but surprisingly it was Logan who gave in first.
Shoulders sagging in a half-assed shrug he would simply hold the spear out to Zach again. "You know, instead of being such a dick, you should try simply saying... oh... I don't know, please? Also, don't assume that just because I was on that plane that I have to care about any one else."
Despite his irritation, he wasn't ignorant to the fact that this man was hurting... and not just from starvation. He was angry from grief. Grief made people do stupid things... like waste their life away trying to care for people who probably would toss him under a bus if it meant they got a decent meal. Still, Logan knew that he couldn't leave those idiots to fend for themselves because it meant that the idiots taking care of them would starve to death. He let out a frustrated breath, his eyes narrowing at Zach before he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Fuck it," he would mutter suddenly, letting the bag of fish to the sand between them. "Feed yourself and your people. Give some to the girl who just fed you too," he'd say, swinging an arm out to gesture at Calloway, "and take the stupid spear. If you want to learn how to use it then I'll teach you. Then maybe- just maybe- you can stop fucking whining."
He had avoided the crash site. It was hard to stay positive when you were surrounded by the dead. Not that he cared... or that was what he kept telling himself over and over... and over- like some mantra. All he needed was himself, right? Right.
"Well?"
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Post by Bear on Sept 24, 2015 18:45:38 GMT -5
damaged people are dangerous
sorrythissucks @open Cal watched, as the confrontation blew up. She sat,internally nodding in support of Zach as he called the other out on his assery, applauding even, the lengths he would go to stand up for what he believed in. And then the confrontation turned to her. At first she was frozen, shocked, and literally speechless as she watched Zach throw the granola wrapper on the ground, sneering at her. His eyes filled with rage. Her own orbs lowered, unable to look him in the face. He was upset, she knew that. She also knew that he had a right to be. She listened as he talked about his brother who had been lost in the crash, her heart sank. This man hadn’t even gotten the chance to mourn before being thrown into a place of such great responsibility.
But beneath all of her shame arose a new emotion, and for the first time in the last week Cal was angry. She was angry at the airport, at the pilot, at whichever deity was responsible for their shitty situation, and in this moment, Cal was most angry with Zach. Her face flushed red as she bit her lip until she could taste the metallic blood fill her mouth. She heard the other male speak, watched as he offered up the spear. Her eyes were welling up with tears – it was all too much for her. She heard the thud of the fish on the sand, she wondered how heavenly they would taste right now.
The majority of her brain told her to just stay still – don’t make a scene. But she simply wasn’t raised that way. This man had embarrassed her. She had been trying to claw her way up to the edge of safety and it felt like Zach had just pried her fingers from their holds. It was strange to feel so betrayed by someone you knew nothing about. Without thinking she stood, eyes locked on the two men as she approached them.
They were both much taller than she was, her confidence was wavering but the rage that had begun to boil continued to fuel her. You know what? her words were full of venom as she threw them out of her mouth You are both child-like. She was standing near them now, her body rigid. She turned her head to address Logan You, getting your kicks by making other people look asses? Does that make you feel big and bad? You’re a grown ass man. Perhaps it’s time to act like one
She was seething as her attention turned to Zach And you, her voice faltering a bit as she trembled For being so concerned for everybody else's well being I didn't see you hesitate to stick that entire granola bar in your hypocritical mouth. And how dare you assume that you’re the only person here who has lost someone. We’ve all lost EVERYONE. she had given up hope, her heart sank The people back home? Each is as good as dead to us. Up until now, she had managed to stay quiet. Suppressing the emotions that were bubbling beneath her skin. But now? Now they were exploding and she couldn't stop, though her brain tried, it just could not close her mouth. She bent to pick up the granola wrapper and might I suggest that while you’re trying to play hero, you take into account that littering will lead to the death of you food supply. she shoved the wrapper into her back pocket.
She turned and paced away, each step growing faster and faster. She needed to get away from here. Her heart was on fire. Her legs screamed in protest, their reasoning consisted of things like starvation, dehydration, and sleep deprivation. Don't you get it? We're all doomed. And maybe, just maybe, there are some of us who don’t want to be saved! she shouted once she was back at her rock, she slipped her backpack back on and began the trek back into the jungle. because they know how to survive
OOC: p.s. Sorry for being so dramatic... I'm just thinking that Cal would be pretty irritable given the circumstances.
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Post by Clannibal on Sept 25, 2015 15:28:36 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
Zachary watched as Logan finally seemed to react. He almost looked human as he, of course, called Zach out on his emotional outburst. He chastised him for a lack of manners. It was so twisted and full of humor that Zach grinned in disbelief, grabbing at his head and looking around as though there were a crowd watching. And then he laughed at Logan, patronizingly, as if him being offended by Zach's lack of a please would have made a difference. The guy continued on his rant u till it ended with a pile of sandy fish and the air around them beginning to settle. Zach stared at the fish but his eyes were dark.
He wanted to kick sand all over them and refuse anything from this douche bag. But, people needed to eat, and it was what he'd originally wanted. He could not refuse them. He looked back to Logan to see if it was some kind of trap, but then the girl was speaking now. He turned to her in a rather disinterested manner.
He saw the livid hatred in her eyes, and maybe he felt something by the site of it. But he didn't feel unjustified at lashing out at her. He didn't feel she had a right to cry to him about cruel his words were. He just blinked at her while she ranted on about it was hypocritical on him to accept her food. Hmm, granted. He'd acted on selfish instinct. Someone else could've had it. He gave her that much. Still, that was her only defense against his heavy accusations. She still kept food to herself while keeping her distance on the pretty beach.
He laughed at her, too, by the time she bent over to pick up the wrapper he'd discarded. It was funny to hear her talk about that kind of thing when people were starving to death or bleeding out in the sand she was so worried about.
"You're actually serious?" he said, after long moments of silence when everybody finally shut up. He was looking at her as he said it. "You don't want to be saved. How fucking cute. But you still want to keep your granola bars and save the earth. Darling, you're a saint. Jesus loves you."
He curtsied to her like she was a princess and gave her a long, dark look before turning back to collect the fish Logan had dumped in the sand. Great, so kind of him to share. How human of him.
"My goodness, thank you so much, big fella," he squealed in the whiny feminine voice much like Logan had used earlier. He picked up one of the fish and considered tossing it at the girl, who had just started walking away. Should be bother? She wanted to die didn't she? No use wasting it, then. He looked at her and pointed at her with a fish, raising his voice so she could hear him. "Thanks for feeding me, princess Amadala. If you want a fish, you have to come back to the rest of us after deciding you want to live. Plenty of us are still alive. Giving up this soon is disgusting. Even this guy," he pointed at Logan, "isn't that retarded. God, that hurt to say."
He took another fish and pretended to throw it at Logan, but instead he just faked it to emphasize his feelings of hatred. Or, just to be an ass. "I'm serious. Stay away from them. Shouldn't be a problem for a dick like you."
He picked up the pants full of fish and started to walk away, too.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2015 15:42:21 GMT -5
Maybe he should have minded his words. It seemed like he had just easily made enemies of the two. It was no skin off his back though... or maybe it was. His stomach growled violently as Zach started to walk away. He had been cocky- flaunting his food in front of them as he had- but he hadn't caught anything yesterday or the day before because he had been making the spear. The one he had just willingly handed over to the guy who just essentially banned him from his little group. The guy who was walking away with his dinner.
A heavy sigh left his lips as he sat down in the sand, turning himself towards the water. Let them go then. He didn't need them or their stupid group. Maybe they would all starve and then he wouldn't have to deal with any of this bullshit anymore... builshit he had started with his big mouth. He flopped back into the sand, feeling the powdery grains sticking to his body which was still wet from the waves he'd been wading in since the sun came up.
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