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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2015 22:58:26 GMT -5
Abigail Lorraine It wasn't such a bad day today. At least weather wise in Abigail's opinion. She was walking along the crash site with Jonesy her stuffed monkey dangling in her arm. She was still wearing her flowered dress and striped pants from the crash. Unable to find her luggage, it was all that she had. It had become a ritual for her to spend some time by the crash. She couldn't figure out if it was because she was actually looking for her luggage or hoping one of her parents would show up.
She hadn't really met anyone since the crash. Of course people were nice to her, but no one really paid her any mind. She was practically alone if it wasn't for Jonesy. She found a somewhat covered spot from some debris and sat down, putting Jonesy in her lap. She gave him a hug and tried not to cry. She at least wished there were other kids on the Island. She wasn't sure if there were or not, but she hadn't seen any so far. "We will find them soon Jonesy." She whispered to her monkey as she pulled out the one other item she was able to save. A picture of her missing parents. She missed them so much. Her mommy tucking her into sleep. Her daddy reading her a bedtime story. She was on the verge of tears looking at the photo. Wiping a tear away she looked out to the ocean and wondered how much longer she would be here with no one to care for her. ♦. ♦
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2015 15:28:46 GMT -5
Maybe if he hurried he wouldn't have to deal with Zach. That was what he kept telling himself. That crybaby bozo had beaten down on his last nerve and another up close and personal interaction would not end well. Still, he needed to get some supplies. People seemed to be steering clear of the plane mostly... so it was a good time to do some looting while others were worried about setting up their own camps. It wasn't like he had a target on his back anyways... not many people knew him.
Casually he would stroll in, acting like he was supposed to be there. Then he would jump into the open hole inside of the plane. It still stunk inside. The heat and humidity of the island had trapped some of the smell. They may have buried the bodies, but he figured something dead had been left... maybe someone's beloved pet that they had tried to take with them? He hoped their remains didn't ruin anything useful below. He just had to figure out how to get to it.
Whatever alcohol and drinks that had been left were well gone by now. Still he rummaged through some of the suitcases, finding a pair of pants that looked like they might fit him. He held them up to his person, noticing the bedazzled legs and sighed a bit. He hoped he found something different or it would take a while to scrape those off. One of the suitcases he dug through had a prescription bottle. No antibiotics, but hell- he wasn't about to throw out any Xanax. Especially not a nearly full bottle.
He couldn't find a way below deck though and after about an hour of searching about he decided to call it quits. On his way out was when he spotted the little girl. He'd seen her coming in. She had been wandering about looking helpless and pitiful... completely lost. Forget her. Get your shit back to camp. You don't have time for this.
With that thought he started to walk away. His feet, however, decided to take a mind of his own. He dug his heels in the sand,his toes wriggling about as his thoughts flitted about his options. The winning thought though was of his own little sister. She was far from little now... but what would he have wanted to happen if it were her wandering about, scared and alone? He hung his head. "Fuck," he grumbled to himself, half turning. Maybe if he could just find someone else? He remembered Zach saying how they were all starving. Even the worst part of himself couldn't leave a kid to starve... and he wasn't sticking around to feed everyone. "Double fuck..." he grumbled, moving over to her.
"You... kid..." he started, knowing he sounded more than a little gruff. "Where are your parents?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2015 16:13:10 GMT -5
Abigail Lorraine Abigail was cuddling with Jonesy, her tummy started making noises and she knew she was hungry. She couldn't remember when she last ate, but she really wanted a peanut butter and banana sandwich. Her mouth was watering just at the thought of it. She was daydreaming about food when she heard someone talking to her."You... kid..." Abigail was stunned. No one had really talked to her and now that someone had she wasn't even sure if she should. Her parents had always told her not to talk to strangers. This man was definitely a stranger."Where are your parents?" She snuggled Jonesy closer and hid behind him. Sticking her little head out from behind the monkey just enough to see the guy.
She had been feeling lonely, and wanting people to talk to but now that someone had she was scared. She really wish her mommy and daddy were here. The tears started rolling down her face. She missed them, she didn't know where they were, and now some strange man was talking to her. She was scared. Really scared. The situation finally had hit her and she didn't know how to act or respond. It didn't help that the man sounded scary either. She was torn. She didn't want mommy to be mad at her for talking to a stranger, but maybe this man could help her find mommy and daddy. Making up her mind she sniffed a little and replied, "I don't know." Another tear fell down her tear stained face. All the dirt and grime getting even more plastered on her face. ♦. ♦
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 14:52:04 GMT -5
Crying wasn't good. Crying drew more attention to himself than he wanted. So as he watched the crocodile tears well up in the kid's eyes he'd feel a bit of panic stir in his chest. He crouched down a bit, trying to get to her eye level as he looked over this child a little better. Had no one been taking care of her since the plane crashed? He reminded himself that he too had left the group to themselves but... well... yeah... what was his point? He didn't care about these people. A kid, on the other hand, didn't really deserve to starve to death.
"Easy there," he said, holding a hand out to her. "Listen... I can't bring your parents to you... but if you are hungry, I could get you something to eat until they find you... okay?" He was pretty sure her parents were dead. In fact, he would bet money on it. Giving the girl hope that her family was alive wasn't his intention either. He just wanted to make sure the kid didn't starve to death. He was seriously starting to contemplate simply throwing the child over his shoulder and making a break from the camp. It seemed like the safer option. Still, on the off chance someone saw him dragging a child away? Well... that would look suspicious to say the least.
"You coming?" he'd say, holding his hand out for her as he started to turn away. If she didn't he would start to walk away. His hand would stay out for a few moments and he would slow his pace... but his patience would only allow him to slow down for so long..
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 15:31:20 GMT -5
Abigail Lorraine Her throat and nose were getting sore from crying. At hearing the man speak again she looked up at him. She stared at the hand that he offered her. Food. That didn't sound too bad. She could feel her stomach still grumbling from the lack of food. She would really like for her stomach to quit hurting. She wiped the tears from her eyes, making her face look even more dirty.
She nodded at the man and put her hand in his. She was still a little scared of him, but not scared enough that she would turn down something to eat. She stood up with her hand in his and Jonesy squeezed under her other arm. Still close to her. She really needed his comfort. It made her feel safe when she wasn't sure how to feel.; ♦. ♦
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