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Post by sammikay on Oct 13, 2015 19:28:59 GMT -5
Lori had trekked back to the beach after the long hurricane. She had been pissed off with Zach the entire time, begging to go back in time and never give him that bottle of Gin, no matter what kind of sob story he shared with her.
That was a little harsh.
She shook her head, stretching her arms above her head. She couldn't stay mad at him forever; him and Nix were really her only chances at survival. Lori had been walking the beach for a while, and for once, her hair actually looked rather put together. After having it in a braid for so long, it had fallen past her shoulders in salty beach waves as she basked in the sunlight. She was so surprised to see how quickly the sky recovered from such a large storm. Unfortunately, the island couldn't have the same fate. Several pounds of seaweed had washed up on the shore, and Lori was quick to try and find anything she could inside it all. Palms had been blown over, and thanks to Nix, Lori found several of the hearts and was snacking on them as she was searching through seaweed and other beach debris.
She was shirtless, relying on her lacy bra and underwear as a bikini as she bent over piles of seaweed, searching through them with her fingers. With so little skin covered, each of her tattoos were visible, showing that nearly both arms, one thigh, and back of her neck were covered. And, peaking out was a small tattoo on her lower back. She was practically all tattoos at this point. She stood up, finding nothing in that pile of seaweed. She dipped her hand into her shirt that she had made into a makeshift pouch that hung on her hips in a redneck fanny pack. She pulled out a palm heart slice and put it on her tongue, chewing on it as she kicked the sand while moving to the next pile. She begun searching, finding only a few things of interest. But, one of those things was a very sharp piece of metal from what she assumed must have been the plane. "Yes!" she declared happily, grabbing it and touching it along the side. Sharp as a diamond.
She tucked this into her shirt pouch and continued on, moving to one of the boulders that was submerged into the water. She looked around, noticing that a large mussel was stuck to the side. She sunk into the water, brushing her hands along the other rocks until she could find a sizable stone. Finding one, she lifted it out of the water and, after steadying herself, slammed the rock down on the mussel. It released itself from the rock, and even got crushed open. Lori snatched it up and washed it with the salt water, picking away at the shell. She slammed it down on the boulder a few times before able to open it completely and dig her finger into the shell to extract the mussel.
Closing her eyes, Lori dropped it into her mouth and swallowed it quickly. She had never been a fan of the slimy texture, but after surviving on nothing but alcohol, she needed to begin to eat again. After the one mussel, she wanted more. She began to wade in the small pools around the beach, slamming the rock down to get them off their homes as she went, tucking them into her shirt to break open when she had found enough.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdraw. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdraws. She only has three more bottles of alcohol that she had stuffed into her very small bag that had held nothing more than cigarettes and her passport. She's very quick to anger right now, and really isn't dealing with anyone's bullshit very well. | |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2015 13:41:10 GMT -5
| YOU COULD HAVE IT ALL, MY EMPIRE OF DIRT. I WILL LET YOU DOWN. I WILL MAKE YOU HURT. IF I COULD START AGAIN, A MILLION MILES AWAY... I WOULD KEEP MYSELF. I WOULD FIND A WAY. |
Jimmy had been having a pretty shitty week.
Of course, on the island, who hadn't been? But Jimmy didn't know much about who else was on here, who all had survived. He had no idea, actually; as much as he wanted to know, he just... Didn't. He'd crawled off on his own amongst the chaos, and had been on his own for the last two days, until he'd realized, whoops; he needed to eat.
His plan was to, hopefully, find the rest of the survivors, if there even were any. Again with the 'hopefully', they might take him in, they might feed him, and with some luck, he'd make it until someone helped them. If anyone ever helped them. But no, he had to think on the bright side.He had to hope for rescue; he wasn't about to just let himself give up and die. He didn't want to go the rest of his life without seeing his family again, without seeing his son. This wasn't going to be the rest of his existence, he vowed himself that.
So for now, he had to focus on living. He had to just hope that everything would be okay.
He currently found himself stumbling down the beach, trying to keep off his left leg as much as possible; it was gashed up and it seemed to be far from clean. Not to mention his wrist hurt so bad he could barely move it, and his head was encrusted with blood from a wound that must have been hiding under his hair; that explained the patch that was sticky and matted down. He wanted to wash himself off so badly, but he hadn't wanted to contaminate the little fresh water he had found, and he hadn't wanted to wash himself off in salt water, of course. That would just be hellish, salt in all of his fucking wounds...
How long had he even been limping down here? It had to have been at least a mile. He was walking half on the beach, and half through the sparse foliage near the dunes, not wanting to even risk getting near the water. Even if it was flatter there, and easier to walk, most likely...
He sighed out a little huff of breath through his nose, and just tried to settle his mind. What could he do to keep calm... He could count, maybe. Or play categories. Let's see, he could... he could name all the-
What?
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
That was a person! That was a human being! A living human being, and though he'd usually be blushing like a fiend with the way she was dressed, he was too distracted by the fact that she was alive to even notice. She seemed to be wading through the shallow pools, and with eyes wide and heart racing in his chest, he started to go quickly towards her. As quickly as he could, that is, on that leg of his.
"Hey- Hey! Hey, um... Hi!" He called, waving his arms. He probably looked quite the mess; his once mint-green cat sweater was covered in blood, his pink leggings torn and- again- very bloody. His boots, at least, had lasted, the steel-toed leather having kept his feet pretty damn safe, at least.
He wasn't sure how this would turn out; she was a stranger, after all. But hey... He'd really rather meet a horrible stranger than stay alone for the rest of his time on this island. LAIKA OF THQ
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Post by sammikay on Oct 17, 2015 10:18:33 GMT -5
Lori had been a little preoccupied. She had extracted several mussels now, and was very happily searching for more. She felt like for the first time on this awful island, she was accomplishing something for herself. First it had been Zach, saving her from herself. And then Nix, teaching her how to get out palm hearts. But, this time, she was taking her fate into her own hands, and that filled her with a sense of pride and purpose. She could do this.
The water lapped at her waist, her toes precariously squishing the sand as she waded around the boulder, looking for more things to eat. Pretty soon, she'd need to get a sharpened stick or something to try and catch more. But, she seriously doubted she'd be able to work one of those things. She had only seen spears and fishing with hands on television in passing. She had never actually fished, not even with a rod and reel.
She grabbed another mussel and began dropping a rock down on it, crushing the shell to open it to the gooey insides. She once again, closed her eyes and tipped the salty shell so that the mussel slid out. She quickly swallowed and shook her head, wishing that mussels weren't so slimy. When she opened her eyes, she thought that must be hallucinating. Was that a boy in pink leggings? And he was coming for her...
She stood up tall, not caring about what she was wearing. She had worn much less when she had worked in New York, so it didn't really bother her to show off her body. Plus, she was pretty confident in it, so she never really felt that insecurity that many girls did. She furrowed her brows when he started calling for her, waving his arms as if she was his rescue boat. She could not remember seeing him before, but when he got closer and she saw his jacket she recalled serving him a drink on the airplane.
Being on the airplane seemed like an eternity ago. She had done so much in just this week and a half being off the plane on this deserted island. She couldn't believe that it had been so little time and they were still alive. She couldn't remember seeing this guy after the crash, and as he got closer she noticed that he looked pretty beat up. Maybe he had been taken care of the whole time and she just didn't notice. She had been a little...distracted.
"Um, hi?" she offered, still standing waste deep in the water. She didn't offer anything else to the guy that she hardly recognized from a different life. A life that she didn't realize would be changed so drastically in just a few moments.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdraw. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdraws. She has used up all of the alcohol that she had scavenged from the wreck, and is down to her very last cigarette. | |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2015 18:33:37 GMT -5
| YOU COULD HAVE IT ALL, MY EMPIRE OF DIRT. I WILL LET YOU DOWN. I WILL MAKE YOU HURT. IF I COULD START AGAIN, A MILLION MILES AWAY... I WOULD KEEP MYSELF. I WOULD FIND A WAY. |
Jimmy couldn't believe his eyes. Another living person, someone he could fucking talk to, and be around, interact with. He had been on his own for a week now and was just barely pulling through; having no interaction at all was only proving to make tihngs worse. So, as you can tell, seeing another person on this godforsaken beach was a blessing.
"Oh god. Oh god, man, oh god... I- I'm sorry, I just- I haven't seen anyone else here, not since the crash, and I haven't eaten in a few days and I'm in a lot of fucking pain and it's just really nice to see someone, and- I'm really rambling, I'm sorry, it's just- I just- Well, yeah..."
He rubbed his eyes, and embarrassingly enough, tried not to cry. He had been terrified that he'd die alone on this damned island, and he couldn't help but to laugh once more; he wasn't alone. He wasn't alone, he wasn't alone, it was like music to his ears. He wanted to get closer, he wanted to hug her and spin around and laugh, but that would be creepy as shit, wouldn't it?
So for now, he just said whatever came to his mind, reveling in the concept of human contact.
"Is- I'm sorry, I'm probably really uncomfortable to be around right now, and all these questions aren't helping, I bet, I just. Yeah. I don't know, I just- how many people made it out okay?"
He paused in his stride, swallowing and huffing out a little breath as he shifted onto his good leg. Of course, neither leg was very good, but at least one of them wasn't gored up and probably nearing infected, as awful as that was. He really did want to get closer, but again, he had to put himself in her shoes; if he was all alone in his underwear, would he really want some strange dude getting closer and closer?
Nope.
His mind was racing with the possibilities of her response. Maybe there was a whole group down there, or maybe it was just a few people; However, he had a feeling there had to be at least a handful of survivors, despite the odds, and was going to do his best to work with that idea. His Mami had always told him, it was better to think with faith than logic, and though that was really a bad thing to teach a kid like him, it was giving him a sliver of hope in a time as dark as this one.
So... Fingers crossed, eh? LAIKA OF THQ
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Post by sammikay on Oct 19, 2015 16:39:25 GMT -5
Lori blinked a few times, really wishing she could just give him a shot to calm his damn ass down. Her eyebrow perked up as a soft wave came bubbling over her waist. Here this twitchy boy came running to her, tripping over his words and his injuries. She knew in her position many would have immediately went to his aid, especially with the appearance he was in. But, Lori wasn't really like others here. She was selfish, she was unconcerned with others, especially ones that were as hyped as he.
She put her hand on her hip and stared him down, immediately annoyed at his fast words. She could sympathize with him, because she too had disappeared from the crash site until Zach rescued her, but she wasn't the rescuing type. She waded up to him, getting out of the water as she neared him. She didn't get close, because she honestly didn't know what he was capable of. His injuries should have kept him from walking, but here he was.
"There is a large group of us. Half on the beach and half in the caves," she answered dully, grabbing out a handful of palm hearts and offering them up to him. There was plenty more when those came from, but she greedily hung onto her mussels. As much as she had supported Zach in the fight about Logan not being a team player, she was on her own now. She didn't have to be a team player. "You should really get that cleaned up," she nodded towards his leg before turning back around and wading into the water. "If you keep walking down the beach you'll find them," she said without emotion, not even giving him the time of day.
This was Lori. She was back to her normal self, and as selfish and bitchy as she was being, she finally felt at peace in herself. Zach was no longer around, making her go crazy. She could rely on herself with the help of Nix. That was, if she found her again. She hadn't seen her for a while now, and it was only a matter of time before these palm hearts and mussels no longer did it for her. She had seen some coconuts in the trees along the jungle, so maybe when she got adventurous she could try and get those down, but as of for now, it was uncertain where she was heading with her life now.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdraw. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdraws. She has used up all of the alcohol that she had scavenged from the wreck, and is down to her very last cigarette. | |
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