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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2015 20:42:43 GMT -5
One step, two step It was a chant Amber kept repeating in her head over and over again. She had to or she was going to go out of her ever loving mind. She was fighting a constant, and what felt like a losing battle with her sanity as she made her way slowly from her makeshift camp in search of some kind of humanity. She did not want to admit it to herself, much less anyone else, but she was missing the feeling of companionship. At first, it was nice to be alone. Years of working in a busy ER had left her very little time where there were no people around, and quiet was a forgotten commodity. However, it soon became clear, no matter how much she hated to admit it, that she needed human contact. So, she had left her camp earlier that
day and started walking to where the plane had crashed. She had been in a daze herself...a minor concussion actually, and had barely remembered crawling from the wreckage. So it was with no surprise that she could not remember if there were actually any other survivors. Still, if there were, that would be the logical place to start. As she walked, she also thought about
what she would do once....if she found others. First, she would keep her guard up constantly and not trust anyone, that part of her was not going to change anytime soon, and especially in this environment. She would be as polite and friendly as she needed to be, smile and say the right things while offering whatever help she could, but on the inside, those walls would stay up and she would use anyone and anything to her advantage if she could. It did not look like rescue was going to happen anytime soon, if ever, and if she wanted to survive, she had to look out for herself only. Just when she was about to stop for a
rest, she suddenly came into a clearing where the remains of the plane stood. She had made it. Taking a deep breath, she moved slowly forward looking for any signs of life. Damn, she needed a drink now, more than
she had ever needed one before.
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 27, 2015 19:59:47 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
Zach was able to pull himself out here, finally.
He hadn't visited the wreckage since the day he rallied everyone onto the beaches, away from this place. The day they had gathered their dead and tossed them out to sea, after stripping them of any useful clothes that were salvageable. That had been his idea. Some were upset by it. Disrespectful, or some nonsense. Zach just saw the difference between dead and alive. The dead wouldn't care about their clothes.
Not being able to find his brother in the crash had changed him. Suddenly he wasn't so brave about shuffling around the debris. The more he looked, the more urgently he started barking orders to everyone. Zach had been truly devastated that day. And somehow, it had brought out the best in him. A lot of people may have gone wild, and he kept them in check.
Thank goodness Joey was alive, though. Alive, maybe, but who knows if he was well? The kid had lived in a dark cave alone for a week before he was found.
Zach stood above a spot where he'd watched an old man take his last breaths. It was a shaded spot of sand, behind a metal side plate of the plane. Zach would remember that moment forever. The reality of it seemed to hit him later that night, when the shivers had set in. So many people, dead. And nobody knew why, or whether their families back home would ever know. He hated being back here; he'd only come to see if there was anything left to be found. Some supplies that had been missed. Even a bag of peanuts would be nice, or a can of cranberry juice. He wasn't sure if he missed meat or sweets more right now.
There was something moving out of the corner of his eye. He looked towards Amber's direction, and spotted her. Who was she? He had never seen her before. Another lone wanderer? There were a lot of those, it seemed. More popping up every day. He felt angry at the idea that anyone could run off and do their own goddamn thing. He stepped out into the sunlight, leaving the shaded grave behind, and stood in the hot sand. Thank goodness he had chosen to wear his black sneakers that day on the plane. They had served him well. His jeans, on the other hand, were dark and hot.
He didn't seem ecstatic or surprised to see her, just kind of watched her with a neutral expression.
"Here to steal something?" he asked her, taking the upfront route like usual. Zach wasn't one to water down his opinions. He shoved his hands into his pockets. The ocean breeze ruffled his hair, which he had recently trimmed to keep out of his eyesight. It was still unruly and windswept. "Sorry, looks like you missed out. The less fortunate got to everything first."
His eyes glitters with mischief, eager to see what this newcomer had to say for herself. At this point, intentions couldn't be known, but why not call out the most likely?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2015 15:50:38 GMT -5
The voice came seemingly out of nowhere and it scared the crap out of Amber. She was tense enough as it was, and for this new person...she had no idea if he was friendly or not, to come out and startle her like this, well, she was having nothing of it.
She suddenly wished she had her knife handy. It wasn't much, but it would do some damage if she really used it, but sadly, she had stupidly left it buried in the tattered remains of her carry on bag, which now hung limply at her side. She sand was hot, burning her bare feet, she was scared, and more to the point, she was pissed off, so she decided to throw caution to the wind and let him have it. She had nothing to lose at this point.
"Steal something? That's a hell of an introduction don't you think?" She eased her bag down in front of her, trying to give herself easy access to her knife if she needed it. "Take a good, hard look at me genius. Do I Fing look like a NATIVE of this godforsaken pile of sand? How do my clothes look? Did it ever cross your tiny little mind that I may perhaps be a survivor of this nice little wreckage?""
She took a moment to look him over. She was willing to venture he was a survivor like herself, though she could not remember seeing him on the plane. That was not a shock, it was a big plane. He didn't look like much, but he did carry himself like someone who was used to giving orders and expected them to be followed. Well, not this girl. Amber was lead by no one.
"Thanks for your concern, really, but I'm no theft. If you MUST know, I was looking for a little help..." It pained her to the core to utter those words, but if she wanted to get what she wanted, she had to play his game...for now. "I have been roughing it on my own for a few weeks now, and well, let's say that my own company leaves a lot to be desired." She paused, thinking about what to say next.
"I'm a nurse, or I was at least. I can help you or anyone with you if you need it."
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 28, 2015 17:16:37 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
He was amused by this newcomer's passionate reaction. He listened to everything she said patiently, and only took his eyes off her face once, when she put down her bag. There was a brief pause when she seemed to let her words sink in. They had the bite of a tigress, deep fangs looking to sink into anything in order to defend itself. But the tone of her voice and her body language were enough to convince Zachary that she definitely wasn't here to steal, per se. Just a desperate wild animal that had been pushed into a corner.
It was odd to him that she misunderstood his implications. He was certainly aware that she was a survivor of the wreckage. Did she see other people on this island, natives or something? He tried not to get carried away. There were all kinds of possibilities as to why she would assume that Zachary thought otherwise of her. It was just nice for him to know that she wasn't one of those...selfish loners. Another Logan, if you will, out only to take care of herself. As she continued on her personal rant, it became that much clearer.
He shifted his weight, uncrossing his arms which had made their way into that position in the middle of her speech. His body language now was not aggressive or even defensive. He was calm as the wind before a storm, with an expression that seemed bemused. He was very curious about her now. She had not run into anyone yet. Where had she been all this time? And she had even survived the hurricane without the use of the caves, apparently.
"I'm well aware that you're a survivor," he started, his eyes glancing at her body to gauge her general condition. She really did look to be in bad shape. His attention had really perked up when she mentioned she had medical training as a nurse. She was obviously somebody who would be useful, pull her weight. "Everybody on this island is. We are stranded here. Or have you seen anybody else to suggest otherwise?"
He asked the question sarcastically, but part of him was curious. He shook it off, though. They had all scoured every inch of this island by now. There was nobody else here but them. "Nevermind that. You are obviously confused. You haven't yet realized there's a whole group of us survivors, have you? We moved over to the caves before the hurricane hit. It may be why you've missed us."
It was actually a nice relief to finally meet someone out here that was interested in other people. He figured the best scenario would be to convince this woman to join the rest of them. She seemed friendly enough, just on her last nerve. And to ask for his help, after such a display, meant she was desperate.
"We have food, water, and shelter. We don't have anyone with medical training, though. We could use you."
He raised a brow at her, leaving the statement open as more of a question to her.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2015 9:15:06 GMT -5
Amber was starting to relax a little, but only a little. This new person seemed friendly, but it would be stupid of her to let her guard down even a little. She crouched down in front of her bag, hoping she put out a relaxed attitude, she did not want to scare him, but at the same time, she wanted to be that much closer to her knife.
It helped that he responded to her sarcasm with his own brand of sarcasm. She may not admit it, but she could appreciate someone who gave as well as they took. This may be someone to get to know, or at the very least, use. She thought the later was more likely. He was good looking enough. It was her experience that men that looked like that were suckers for a pretty face and would do pretty much anything asked of them, if asked sweetly enough. Amber knew that she did not look as good as she usually did, but hey, she still took pride in her appearance and a little bit of water and food would fix things right.
She smiled when he mentioned they could use her skills. Perfect. She thought. I'm already in. This may be easier than I thought.
Deciding he wasn't a threat, at least not an immediate one, she picked up her bag and walked toward him, taking care to put on her best smile and sway her hips a little.
"Well, lead the way sweetcheeks. Show me what you got."
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 30, 2015 14:49:14 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
The sudden change in attitude was unexpected and unnerving for Zach. He had expected her to flip out at the mention of survivors. She had acted like she never heard of the group before. Suspicious, Zach's wandering mind imagined her being without good intentions. He tried to force his 'fur' to lie flat.
He definitely didn't like the way she tried to cozy up to him, calling him sweetcheeks. A pet name that actually left a gross taste in his mouth. Had she lost her mind completely? She was just at his throat a moment ago, completely losing it, and now she seemed cool as a fall breeze. Zach wasn't following this turn of events well. He frowned at her and kept a watchful eye as she moved closer to him.
"My name is Zach. Sweetcheeks is my middle name. Tell me, what exactly have you been doing this whole time?" His posture was riddled with the curious suspicion he was feeling. "You seem pretty energetic for someone who's been on their own for weeks. Are you sure you don't have sticky fingers?"
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