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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2015 11:49:48 GMT -5
"I'm not random, you just can't think as fast as me." |
Sable had, and was currently having, a hard time adjusting to life on this forsaken island since the crash. Currently walking to her little area inside of the cave, she would drop the large bundle of vines in her arms on the ground. He feet bare, her clothes starting to be worn out of her time spent here, Sables overall appearance was not what she would consider satisfactory. Her hair messy, she couldn't really do anything with it but pull it back into a high-set ponytail again. Her plan was to make some rope with the vines and then from their create a few snares and nets to hunt with. Something to keep the mind busy she supposed.
Sitting down on the sand she would take her knife and start to scrape parts of vines off in small strips, creating an even bigger pile once she was finished. Taking a few pieces in her hands she would being to braid it all together. Some of the make-shift rope was small, others long as she tied small knots here and there.
Humming all the while, Sable would come to the realization that this might be the moment that her mind was the clearest since she first had woke up on the island that horrible day. Continuing her work, she would be vaguely aware of other survivors coming and going. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2015 11:42:59 GMT -5
I've told a million lies but now I tell a single truth There's you in everything I do The time spent on the island had been in a haze. Another version of himself- the him that was a fresh-out-of internship doctor with a promising career before him- would be ashamed of the state he was in. The fact alone that he had only told one person he was a doctor was enough to make him sick when he came out of his bouts of depression. The injuries he had sustained from being tossed about the cabin like a rag doll upon crash landing in this hell hole had left him alive... but without the use of his right hand. His dominant hand. He was broken- useless.. and still injured.
The piece of metal that had been stuck in his side left a nasty looking wound but he had been lucky that it was only deep enough to damage muscle. Considering he was alive right now he could safely say that it had missed organs. But it looked an angry red despite his attempts at keeping it clean. But he didn't bother anyone with that information. He just kept his broken arm and other damages to himself and gathered fruit to help.
That is what he had resigned himself into being- a gatherer. After the storm though the trees were barren and the fruit was starting to rot on the ground. The bundle he was bringing back now was barely edible... but it would feed them while the others figured out hunting. He didn't imagine he would be any help in that especially. So he would set his fruit down in the food pile before starting over to his little section alongside the others.
On his way he would eye the woman working on vines and would give a slight pause. "What are you doing?" he would ask curiously. Maybe if it didn't involve too much skill he might be able to assist her. "Do you need any help?" Name: Fritz Lark Character's Mentioned in Post: #Sable OOC: n/a
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2015 22:48:42 GMT -5
"I'm not random, you just can't thinks as fast as me." |
Sable had to admit, she was missing her music more than she would like to admit. On top of that, she was surrounded by strangers doing their best to survive and had to live with the fact she was the only one that survived of a family of nine people. Yeah, no big deal. You can all just drop dead from some plague or lack of resources, perhaps even start killing each other. Yep, no big deal at all. Perhaps her humming wasn't doing anywhere near the job of distracting her as intended. The truth was, the girl was typically very optimistic, but since the crash, maybe not so much. Continuing to braid the vines together, she would start on making her first fishing net. Knotting the make-shift rope in what she thought to be all the right places, Sable would hear a voice.
Looking up into the face of a young man, Sable was slightly startled. She knew there were other people here on the island, but regardless, no one had really shown any interest in her until now. Well, this wasn’t necessarily interest, but it was a conversation, which, was more than she had gotten previously. Dropping her hands to her lap, her legs now crossed, she took a moment to respond.
“I’m making some rope, actually. More precisely snares and nets to get some food. Might as well and make the best of the situation, right,” she said the last bit with a sarcastic tone. “I’m sorry that was rude. If you want to help, I don’t have an objections.”
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