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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2015 21:19:32 GMT -5
The sand shifted under her bare feet as she wiggled her toes. Sometimes it was hard to believe this was real. She wondered on occasion if this all wasn't some dream- or coma. Maybe she was in a coma? What was even worse was that her friends weren't here with her. It was hard to think that the people she had loved so dearly- like her sisters- hadn't come out of the crash.
Her father had been so adamant about her being safe that it had never actually occured to her that something could happen.. let alone that it would. Every possible scenario had been gone over meticulously to assure that she knew how to get out of a possible dangerous situation. The only one they hadn't planned for was for the plane to malfunction and crash.It was always the last thing you expected to happen that blindsided you. Still, Millie could only focus on the hope of rescue. Everything else just seemed depressing.
In her hands was her sketchpad and the remainder of a charcoal pencil. She had spent the past three hours centering herself by drawing the wildlife that happened to pass by. The darkness that the charcoal presented itself as held more meaning to her than normal. She needed some color to add to her art or she might just go mad... even just a graphite pencil or a simple ink pen would be better. She disliked the darkness of charcoal on a normal day. It was far too bold... too final. Though she was simply glad that the hurricane was over now and she could get out of the caves. The small spaces was smothering her and the tension between the people stuck in them together was thick enough to cut with a metaphorical knife. Still better than getting caught in the storm though... right? Right. Just stay on the positive side, Millie... think positive.
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Post by Bear on Oct 20, 2015 12:15:32 GMT -5
511 words for @millie notes: Sorry - I'm always awkward in the first couple of posts... It'll get better Choose to Chance the Rapids And Dare to Dance the Tides
Hadley was beyond done with this place. Sand stuck to everything. Her skin was pink from the abnormal amount of sun exposure. Her teeth were fuzzy from lack of oral hygiene; and as odd as it was, that's what bothered her the most. She ran her tongue over her teeth and could feel the grit.Tasty.
She wasn't actually 100% sure on where she was going. She just had to get away from the group for a short while. Not that she wasn't thankful for the other survivors! They had, for the most part, been pretty wonderful. She had some very shallow relationships with a few of them, they had provided her with food, and found shelter in the storm. All in all - Hadley knew she would be worse off without them.
That didn't mean that she wasn't in need of some time alone though.
She heard the ocean well before she saw it, the waves throwing themselves hopelessly onto the beach. Before this Hadley had never been to the ocean - in fact, she could count on one hand the number of times she had even been to the beach.
As she emerged from the jungle cover her eyes quickly scanned the sand - she had intended on stripping down and taking a dip in the ocean. Cleaning herself up a little bit, maybe getting the gunk out of her hair. But her plans were sabotaged when she noticed that there was another form sitting in the sand. Although she tried to avoid it, she physically sighed. You try to get 20 minutes of alone time on this damn island Her heart sank.
After trying to put a name with the face Hadley realized that this wasn't someone she knew. They hadn't dined together in the cave, or discussed fishing techniques. After a short moment of consideration she decided the other was safe to check out. After all, her hopes of bathing were dead and gone. What else did she have to do?
The sand was heavy as she pulled her feet through it, making her way, slowly towards the female. She quietly cleared her throat - was she drawing? She looked to be about Hadley's age, maybe a bit younger. Whatcha working on? Her voice was rougher than she had imagined it would be. Her throat surprisingly dry for the amount of humidity that surrounded her.
Scratchy. Scratchy was the word she was looking for.
Her blonde locks lay clustered against her exposed shoulders - they would be dread locked by the end of the week. The thought nearly drove Hadley crazy. She needed a hairbrush. Stat.
I'm Hadley, I don't know that we've met before! Her social skills were deteriorating quickly. She was now standing awkwardly behind her new company, looking down at her sketch. She stretched out a hand in formal greeting. Some human habits would never die, he supposed.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2015 20:10:28 GMT -5
The sudden intrusion on her solitude caused her to jump a bit in the sand. The company was definitely appreciated, it had just been unexpected. So when this person asked what she was working on she felt no hesitation to show off the crude etchings of a monkey she'd seen earlier that day picking through the rotting fruit left scattered by the passing hurricane. It was discernible looking at the drawing what it was, but the charcoal did smudge a bit despite her best efforts. Still, it wasn't as if these sketches were going to be hung up for the world to see. For all she knew this stranger and herself would be the only one to ever see the memory she'd recreated in the book she held.
"I am just wasting time," she would say, casting the woman a warm smile, "and I guess I'm trying to clear my head. It is all very stressful." Her smile had extended to her blue eyes, genuine as always as she slowly climbed to her feet. As she did so she would work on slipping her feet back into her sandals before noticing her outstretched hand.
She stood up from her crouch then, taking the hand with an enthusiastic shake. Mostly she met people who seemed to hold a traumatized stare. She wouldn't blame them, obviously, but it was disheartening to say the least. Having a little normalcy back into the routine of meeting a new person was definitely refreshing. So much so that she shook just a little longer than normal before retreating with an apologetic glance.
"I'm sorry- or.. what I mean is... well- it's nice to meet you!" she'd say, stumbling briefly over her words. She let out a chuckle, shaking her head before starting again. "Like I said it is nice to meet you. My name is Millie.No I don't think we have met... but I think I have seen your face before- maybe in the caves with the rest of the group? You do... stay with the group, right?"
She had heard word that there were other survivors from the crash that chose to stay away from the main group of people. She couldn't imagine why though. Was she one of them?
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Post by Bear on Oct 21, 2015 22:51:54 GMT -5
511 words for @millie notes: Sorry - I'm always awkward in the first couple of posts... It'll get better Choose to Chance the Rapids And Dare to Dance the Tides
Oh - she was a jumpy thing, wasn't she? Hadley felt a smidge bit awful for startling her, but then figured there probably wasn't any way around it. They were all a little on edge. But really, could they be blamed? They had just survived something that none of them could have possibly prepared for, and now here they were. Stuck together on some goddamn island while not knowing anything about any of their company. Really, the whole thing was a pretty messed up story.
She gave the other a quick moment to reign herself back in, and was pleasantly surprised by Millie's attitude. She seemed rather chipper! It was a welcome change of pace.
Hadley gazed at the sketch in awe. It was beautiful. Hadley appreciated the imperfect lines - she felt as though the fit the situation better. You have an incredible gift! She stated with enthusiasm. Her eyes going from the paper to the girl holding it. I struggle with stick people... but that.. that's amazing! Have you been drawing for long?
Hadley had noticed the awkwardness of the handshake, but kept a smile on her face as she contiued to take in her new company. She wanted to be able to remember faces - to make it feel more... homey.
As the other struggled a bit with her words Hadley just nodded in encouragement and chuckled along reassuringly. It was such a weird though to her that one would have to clarify whether they were with the group or not. What type of person wouldn't want to be in the company of others? Especially after all that had happened. Oh yes, part of the group. That's me!
Hadley reached into the cinch bag, which lay on the sand and expelled a banana it was slightly over rippened and bruised from the fall it had out of it's tree. But she figured the meat inside would still taste good, especially to one of them. Her eyes were bright as she snapped it open and broke it in half - offering one part to Millie, a peace offering. There had been some drama on the island thus far and Hadley wanted none of it. She was, after all her fathers daughter and he was perhaps the most gentle man on the face of the earth. In her unbiased opinion, of course. Wanna split it?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2015 18:38:20 GMT -5
Millie felt her smile grow wider as the compliment was given. Art was one of the few things in life that she actually felt competent in and enjoyed when her endeavors were appreciated. So she would glance over the picture in consideration and feel, for that moment, that the picture was complete. Maybe sometime later she would come back. For now though she would focus on this new person who seemed to be more friendly than the others. Another thing she greatly appreciated.
"Thank you," she would say before considering her first question. "I have been drawing since I was a little girl. My father put me into art classes... they helped. All people-all things are basically stick figures anyways... its always good to start somewhere."
Millie was relieved that she was part of the group though she felt even worse that she didn't know her already. She wasn't good with names as it were but with so few in their new world she should have already introduced herself.
When she pulled the banana free and broke it in half Millie felt her stomach growl. Her drawing had also been to help her forget that she was starving. She would give a nod that was almost too eager but was able to show some restraint when reaching for it. "Really... thank you," she would say, trying to savor the little feast.
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Post by Bear on Nov 10, 2015 15:28:25 GMT -5
511 words for @millie notes: Sorry - I'm always awkward in the first couple of posts... It'll get better Choose to Chance the Rapids And Dare to Dance the Tides
Hadley hadn’t really taken time to meet the others on the beach. She had, of course, helped fish when possible and had shallow conversations throughout the day; but to say that she had formed relationships would be a bit of an overstatement. Actually… it would be a rather large overstatement. She could name perhaps 3 people who were on the island with her, and after a month of life together, one would hope for a more inclusive environment. She recognized their faces, and could tell you if they snored in their sleep, if they were welcoming to new people, if they had run from the crash and met up with the other survivors later. But she, for the life of her, couldn’t tell you their names. Millie she repeated to herself over and over, desperate not to lose the name.
The other took half of fruit with a smile and a polite ‘Thank you.’ Hadley’s own, broad smile had been planted on her face in between bites of the bruised banana. It was over much too quickly. She should have looked harder for another - but then again, she wasn’t really anticipating company. Oh yeah, don’t worry about it! Hadley’s hand fell to her side, dropping the browning peel to the sandy ground beneath them. I slaved all day over a hot stove for that banana, so I’m glad we got to enjoy it together.
She listened as the other talked about her childhood and the art classes she had attended. Hadley’s own mind hadn’t been to her father in a few days, and the sudden, familiar ping of guilt swept back into her mind. She should be at home. With her ill father. You know. The man who had single handedly raised her and was now in need of her assistance. Yeah - that one. She realized there was nothing that she could do, but the feeling of being an awful human being was already there, and try as she might, she was unable to shake it. My art teachers in grade school would get so frustrated with me that they would end up just doing all of my projects as they attempted to show me how to do things Hadley lowered herself to the ground, her legs crossing, hands falling to the sand as a finger pointed out and she began to sketch - a stick figure girl on a stick figure horse that looked more like a dog with an elongated back.
Where are you from Millie? For the most part, people kept quit about any past they had before the crash - Hadley on the other hand didn’t figure it was possible for people to change much in a month, and she felt it important to know where people were coming from. [/quote]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2015 15:10:42 GMT -5
A chimey ring of giggles followed with the joke Hadley made. It was nice to laugh. Nothing quite had the same effect of shaking off the worries like a bout of genuine giggles. Thinking of home was still sad, but she had to stay on the positive side. Letting her emotions get the better of her wouldn't help anyone. She was alive, she had made a friend, and the banana helped with the gnawing feeling of hunger she'd been dealing with.
"Well I'm glad you took the time to slave over the banana then," she would say with a grin. "But honestly I think you could have had better art teachers if they did the stuff because your art was different then theirs."
Describing home seemed like a rather difficult concept. "Well I last lived in Florida," she would say as she fuddled around with the sand with her bare feet. "My family moved around a lot. I was homeschooled mostly so that we could go everywhere. My dad kept us in Florida so I could go to an art school there. Have you ever heard of Douglas Anderson? It was a great place. I made some great friends."
For a split second she thought about her friends and her stomach flip flopped. Survivors guilt was a hard thing to cope with. Positivity while dealing with survivors guilt was also hard. She managed to pull herself out of it.
"So why where were you going before all... of this? Did you have plans?"
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