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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 16:14:02 GMT -5
The walk from the crash site was awkward, but what was he really supposed to say to a kid? He had never really been one that people came to for comfort nor did he really have experience with kids in general. But once they reached the Gulf he felt a wave of relief hit him that came from the growing distance between himself and the bane of his current existence.
The waves of the gulf crashed, creating a gentle ambience that might help ease the little girl's mind away from her missing parents. But the arrival to his camp made things a lot better because then he actually had something to break the awkward silence with: food.
The camp itself was slowly being built back to how it was before the hurricane. The fire pit oven he had erected from the dirt clay was built back and the area was completely cleared of debris. He hadn't built back up the little hut but he had slapped together a canopy from fallen fronds that made the hideaway comfortable when it rained. He had also worked on using old clothes from his trips to the plane to make thin sleeping mats for comfort. But what Logan was after was the hole he'd dug into the earth near the outer edge that he had covered by stone and lined with the clay bricks he'd built. It didn't stay cold but it wasn't exposed to the sun or moisture of the outside and so the jerky he'd made was kept safe. He pulled out a handful and a overripe banana and went back to the little girl.
"C'mon now, take a seat," he'd say, motioning to the log behind her before sitting down himself. Then he would hold out a strip of fish jerky. "Eat."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 16:43:10 GMT -5
Abigail Lorraine As they ventured to where the man was leading her she started things that looked very unfamiliar to her. She had never ventured this far into the island. She spent most of her time around the caves or crash site. As they reached the gulf she let out a small gasp. It was very pretty according to Abigail. It looked like something out of the fairy tales her parents used to read to her.
She kept her pace to follow the man to where he led her. It looked like a whole with rocks. At first she was thinking, "Why would I want to eat rocks?"
Watching as he moved the rocks she saw that he produced food. Actual food. She wasn't sure what it was, but she could smell it and it smelt amazing. She quickly sat where he pointed and took the meat from his hand. Taking a bite she tried not to shove it all in her mouth at once. Her parents had taught her manners and she wanted to be sure to make them proud by still using them. Even though it was hard sometimes.
"Thank you." She told him as she took another bite, barely before she finished the first. Since being on the island she hadn't eaten anything this good yet. She was given some food from the group in the caves during the hurricane, but it didn't taste this good.
Feeling her stomach begin to return to a normal feeling she smiled to herself. She liked it when she didn't feel super sick. She still didn't feel amazing, but she definitely felt better. She also felt better about the man she was with. Even though she didn't know his name. With a little confidence she asked him, "What is your name? My mommy and daddy don't like me talking to strangers, so if I know your name we won't be strangers anymore." That was one way she could make them not strangers anymore.
As she felt a little more comfortable around him she had a million questions rushing to mind. Being a curious six year old she asked them all in one breath. "How did you find this place? Is this where you live? Why don't you live with everyone else? Does anyone live here with you? What is this food? Did you find it on the plane? Did you make it? Hitting the end of her questions she looked at the man eagerly awaiting the answers. ♦. ♦
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 17:18:14 GMT -5
Logan watched as she ate, glad the child wasn't particularly picky when it came to food. Though, who could really afford to be anymore? Once she was finished with the one piece he would hand her another. He didn't know how little she had eaten since they had been on the island. If she was starving like the others he needed to make sure he didn't kill her. Slow was the key. Then she would be able to gauge if she felt full or not. He hadn't expected the 'thank you' though. Besides Taya most people had taken to just lashing out at him and he had grown accustomed to it. "You... you're welcome," he muttered, taking a small piece into his own mouth.
Then she asked his name, giving him a long winded reason as to why it was important that he wasn't a stranger. Which, in normal society, would have mattered. But now she was surrounded by strangers. He felt like that philosophy wasn't going to do her much good anymore. "I'm Logan," he said through a mouthful of jerky. "What about you... you got a name?"
Next came the bombardment of questions. It seemed that not being strangers was all it took to let loose the reign of childish curiosity he should have seen coming. This reminded him so much of his little sister that it hurt. It hurt a part of himself that he had long thought he'd lost. Still, he'd be patient for the moment despite his lack of such a quality in the past.
"I didn't find it, I built it," he said, trying to keep the gruff tone out of his voice. "And this is fish that I caught and made." He thought about what Taya might think of finding a kid here and inwardly grimaced. That probably should have been a conversation to have before bringing her back... but nothing he could do now, right? "I live here with my friend. Her name is Taya..."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 18:32:18 GMT -5
Abigail Lorraine She took another bite of the food. She found it funny that the guy asked her if she had a name. Of course she had a name didn’t everyone. She giggled, “My name is Abigail. Nice to meet you Logan.” She took another bite. Finishing her third piece as Logan handed her some more. She was beginning to feel more comfortable so she set Jonesy down next to her on the log.
She listened as he answered her questions. “You really built this place? That is amazing. I wish I could build things.” She took another bite of the food. Listening as he furthered answered her questions. She loved fish, which was her favorite food at home. Her mom used to make some really good smoked fish. This didn’t taste like the fish she was used too, but it was really good. “Is your friend nice? Could I meet her?” She asked. Logan was the only person she knew on this Island and she would love to know more people.
She took another bite of the fish and she felt her stomach rumble again. This time it wasn’t because she was hungry. She felt sick. “Ummm….Logan, I don’t feel good.” She held her stomach, she felt like she was going to throw up and she could feel her head start to hurt. ♦. ♦
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 18:54:50 GMT -5
Everything seemed to excite this little one. It was actually kind of funny. She talked a lot though... but Logan didn't think that would be so hard to deal with. Still, maybe if he kept her around he could teach her to be useful. "Stick around here long enough, kid, and you might learn a few things," he would say as he popped another piece of fish in his mouth and chewed as she spoke more.
Taya... where was she anyways? Logan had to wonder a bit where she might have run off to but wouldn't worry too much. "I don't see why not.. she should be around here somewhere. When she gets back then you can meet her."
The girl though didn't seem so enthused by this... she looked green. He couldn't have fed her too much. It was barely two mouthfuls... how long hadn't she eaten for her stomach to shrink so much? "Come on, kid, lets go outside of camp for a moment, okay?" he suggested, going to help her up before she puked... which she looked close to doing. So he'd try to start walking her towards the beach again.
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Post by Bear on Nov 13, 2015 19:23:51 GMT -5
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#550 @abigail @jack...ImeanLogan Cal avoided people. It was what she did. And now, after a month of being in the jungle by herself, she was an elite people avoider. Had it been an olympic sport….
Cal walked along the beach, her feet sinking into the sand which was cooled by the waters lapping up at it, it helped her not feel so hot on this sauna of an island. Her eyes continually scanned the open space for others. Most of the time she only came to the beach in the wee morning hours to meet with Raion; other than that, the risk of seeing others was too great.
And today she would be reminded of why she followed that reasoning.
She heard them before she saw them. Deep in the back of Cal’s mind she recognized the lower of the two voices. A male; she just couldn’t place it. She struggled to put a face to the name. And that’s when she saw him. Suddenly a flashback of a man holding both his spear and his crotch came to her. Oh for fuck’s sake she mumbled under her breath.
There he was. One of two banes of her existence sitting here on the beach that she happened to be walking on, and what… what was that? That was a child! A little girl. Red curls falling from her head, the innocence in her voice. For a second Cal thought she was going to faint. The small child was like an older version of her own little red haired terror back home. Neenah she again whispered to herself. She found herself being drawn towards the pair, despite everything inside telling her to go the other way.
They’ll give anybody a child now a days, won’t they? her words were calm, but they didn’t come at all with a joking tone. She watched as the little girl rubbed her belly, clearly uncomfortable. Hi honey, my name is Cal. Are you ok sweetheart? Cal lowered herself to a crouching position as she spoke to the child. Her attention being turned back to… Logan? Was that his name? Jackass seemed to be a more suitable title for him, but Cal wasn’t one to cuss infant of a small child What did you do to her? her words slithered out of her mouth in a hiss as she waiting for an explanation. And I'd walk through hell and high water. Wash away with the tide.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 19:34:26 GMT -5
Abigail Lorraine Her head and stomach were killing her. She felt like there was something smashing her head and something was slithering in her stomach. She felt like she was going to throw up.
Logan was showing her where to go to throw up when someone else spoke. She looked over and saw a woman. She looked really nice and had a sweet voice. Then she couldn't hold it in any longer. She vomited before they reached their destination. She looked at the Cal, the woman who had just shown up, "I don't feel good." she moaned.
Still clenching her stomach she sat where she was. She started crying again, "I want my mommy." Her mommy always made her feel better when she was sick. ♦. ♦
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 21:23:20 GMT -5
This illness was coming on fast for the kid which worried him. One second she'd seemed fine the next she looked... well... like this. He just hoped that she made it outside of the camp before she upchucked. Instead though they were stalled by a semi-familiar voice intruding from the jungle. His head swiveled to the red haired woman- who he never was really properly introduced to... was he? Maybe something with a 'C'? He didn't really know. All he did know was that she was being a bit of a cunt. Ha. Cunt started with C... maybe her name? Maybe he shouldn't comment on that thought.
He knew at that moment he had two options: 1) be a complete and total ass or 2) continue to try and help the kid. Though he really wished he could do both he figured that the kid was ill enough to warrant him at least attempting to be something other than snarky bundle of joy. Besides, his beef had been with Zach that day, not her. He hadn't even bothered to remember her name, after all.
"No one was watching her. She was just wandering 'bout while I was loot-looking through the plane for anything useful," he kept his tone even, not wanting to rile her up. Hopefully she would just leave them the hell alone. Suddenly an idea came to mind and he rubbed his temples. "Kid, have you eaten fish before? Did your... did your parents let you eat it?" he was worried she might be allergic to it. Then he would feel like an idiot. It was a common allergy after all.
But the girl started to complain about her stomach again, and ask for her mommy. That look on her face."Oh shit.." he muttered, but it was too late. The girl spewed, speckles of the mess sprinkling his bare feet as he was standing right next to her. He wanted to yell at her- and scream... but he knew it wasn't her fault. Especially if she was allergic to fish and he was the one who gave it to her.
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Post by Bear on Nov 14, 2015 14:42:32 GMT -5
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blah blah blah @abigail @logan Cal was instantly pulled into mommy mode - she couldn’t help but follow her instincts. As she watched the small child empty the contents of her stomach onto the sand she didn’t flinch - although, she did smirk as she noticed a bit of it landing on Logan’s feet. She admired his restraint though, as he seemingly bit his tongue against the anger that must have been brewing inside of him. Cal fished the hair tie from the end of her long braid and gently May I put your hair up for you? She asked softly, reaching forward to rub circles on the small girls back.
She was probably better off wandering the beach alone than with you is what Cal meant to say, but what came out was That was a pretty decent thing for you to do She shifted her feet to cover the mess with sand - in this heat it wouldn’t take long for the mess to become even more rancid than it already was
Neenah had been a finicky baby. Allergic to peanuts, gluten, dairy products, and soy… so dealing with sick children was nothing that Cal wasn’t used to, infant, if anything, it made this other child remind her even more of Neenah. The back of her heart ached to be back home, eating jellybeans on their faux leather sofa, watching The Land Before Time through a fuzzy 32 inch screen TV; Neenah curled up with her red ringlets on Cal’s lap, laughing and quoting Ducky throughout the entire movie. home she thought to herself.
She quickly pulled herself from her distraction. You didn’t think to ask her if she had eaten fish before you gave it to her? Her tone was even, but she couldn’t keep the small sound of an accusation from it . So far the other adult in this situation had been… tolerable.. Cal would try to be decent.
Tears began to cry for her mother and Cal’s heart broke. Was Neenah doing the same thing? Would somebody, someday, have to explain to her that her mother wasn’t going to be around to see her grow up, just like someone very well might have to do with this poor little girl? Let’s face it people. It’s been what, a month? Cal couldn’t think of a single parent who wouldn’t be searching night and day for their little one if they went missing. Not even Cody. Hell… even Logan had stopped to help her.
It’s ok, come here, it’s going to be alright Cal lowered herself to the ground even farther until she was sitting cross-legged on the ground, her arms outstretched towards the child, welcoming her into the little cradle made by her intwined limbs.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 17:30:06 GMT -5
Abigail Lorraine For being a little girl and not knowing what was going on Abigail was scared. Cal offered to put her hair up and she nodded. She didn't like being icky with throw up. She really liked this lady. She reminded her of her mom. She liked Logan too, he reminded her of her Uncle Mike in a way.
The way Cal was rubbing her back made her feel as if she was with her mommy. She would rub her back and stroke her hair when she was sick. It made her feel a little better. It also made her feel better not having her mommy around.
She looked at the mess she made before Cal covered it up, seeing that she got some on Logan. "I'm sorry Logan, I didn't mean too." she apologized feeling bad.
Logan then asked her if she was allergic to fish. She didn't quite understand the word allergic, but then he asked if her parents let her eat it. So she tried to answer as she sniffled back her tears. "I love fish, my mommy used to make it for me all the time." she whimpered.
She still wasn't able to get her tears to stop. No matter how much she didn't want to cry it felt good. Like she was releasing something. When Cal opened her arms up to her Abigail ran to her and gave her a big hug. It was exactly what she needed. She hadn't had any affection since coming to this place. She only had Jonesy. Jonesy! Where was he? She lifted her head from the embrace. "Where is Jonesy?" She asked, not remembering where she set him. Her eyes to bleary from her tears to see very well. ♦. ♦
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 22:54:55 GMT -5
Despite her obvious distrust in him, Logan wasn't interested in starting a fight. In fact, he had made it a point to stay in his little section of the island since the hurricane. It had been a low point in his life to watch the shelter he had worked to build for him and Taya be wiped away as if it were nothing. Still he forced himself to work twice as hard to try and make living on this island comfortable. And though he might not be the easiest guy to get along with he took care of his friends. With the fiasco in the caves where him and Taya were almost tossed out to brave the storm Zach made it clear that him and his group were no friends of Logan. This girl? Cal? Well he would have to see about that. This little girl however was someone he had decided to care for... even if he felt like he was doing a shit job.
"Its fine, kid, it will wash away," he'd mutter as he did his best to ignore the mess on his feet.
Thinking that he had possibly just killed the girl with a possible allergy had almost sent him into a blind panic. Almost because, despite how he felt on the inside, he would show almost no emotion. A rather stoic expression despite the worry that twisted in his gut... the guilt laid on thick by the comment from Cal. He almost lashed out- something he would have done in any other situation with anyone else. The girl though caused him to hold his tongue when she said that she used to eat fish all the time.
"See... she's fine... wait..." he paused, looking between the child and Cal. If she wasn't sick from the fish... then... what the hell had her throwing up? That was something he wasn't- a doctor. He had never really gotten sick as a kid. His sister would get sick about once a year but Logan managed to avoid the illness and get stuck caring for her. Some over the counter syrup and lots of rest and fluids... and a bucket. Something bucket-like might be something to look for or make.
"But yeah... helping her wasn't about earning brownie points with you... its about helping the kid because she needed help. And- what..?" Who the fuck was Jonesy? He remembered vaguely her carrying around something and glanced behind him. He saw the little stuffed animal resting against the log where they'd been sitting and walked to retrieve it. He crouched next to the crying child, holding it out to her. For a moment he glanced at Cal again. "She doesn't need us bickering... she needs help: food, water, shelter... probably a doctor."
Logan wasn't an idiot. He could see that the little girl liked Cal and Cal seemed to know how to deal with kids. It was frustrating but he wasn't going to force anything. It wouldn't help anyone involved. "You hate me, I can see that. The kid likes you... why don't..." he let out a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I have food, fresh water and shelter... if you or her need it." It was clear by the look in his eyes that he knew who the kid was no doubt going to go with. He wasn't trying to offend, only offer help no matter how much it hurt his pride to do so.
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Post by Bear on Nov 17, 2015 16:10:45 GMT -5
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#550 @abigail @jack...ImeanLogan
Cal reached the top the the girls head with a gentle touch and carefully worked her fingers through the soft curls, creating a small, high pony tail. The little one was being very brave - she also expressed better manners that just about anyone Cal had met on the island. Other than maybe Raion…. Cal’s thought shifted for the briefest of moments to the young man; they were developing a strange relationship and Cal wasn’t 100% sure how to handle it. The little girl’s words brought her back to the current.
She was just so sweet. Cal swiped her thumb tenderly under the child’s eyes to wipe away the tears that again were spilling from her. Cal looked to Logan as he spoke to the child - he too was… well, he was trying. She could appreciate that. It was more than she would have originally expected from this particular man. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment while he pondered wether or not Abigail would be ok Kids get sick. She’s been through a lot. It could just be the stress getting to her The small child was now in Cals arms and she embraced her tightly, holding her in wrapped arms that reached all the way around her.
Abigail was now looking for Jonesy, something that Cal was unfamiliar with. For a quick moment she looked up to Logan in a mixture of confusion and fear that another breakdown was coming their way, but he seemed to know what she was talking about, as he retrieved the stuffed monkey and handed it to her. Cal arranged herself to make room for the monkey on her lap. Logan was being the voice of reason - Cal had to swallow that fact and her pride in order to nod, agreeing with the man.
It felt like she was being punched in the gut when Logan spoke of her hatred for him. In truth, Calloway didn’t hate anyone. She wasn’t raised that way, and found that there was little room for hate in one’s heart. She didn’t agree with the man, didn’t like his tactics, wasn’t a fan of his rugged nature, sure. But hate? She had to resist the urge to apologize profusely for giving off that vibe. Biting her tongue she instead chose to thank him for his offer Thanks, but I can take care of myself It was snarlier than she had anticipated as it fell from her mouth but she made no effort to retract or right it.
Cal continued to rub circles into the child’s back with one hand. Logan seemed to be almost distressed by the thought of Abigail leaving him. What a confusing man. But, Abigail here, well, she seems to think you’re a pretty ok guy Children were, as far as Cal knew, good judges of character. The world was black and white to them. There were good guys, and there were bad guys, and a child like Abigail wouldn’t go with a ‘bad guy’ Besides, Cal attempted a half-hearted smile You know what they say, it takes a village to raise a child
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 21:59:12 GMT -5
Abigail Lorraine When Logan handed Abigail her monkey she squeezed the monkey close to her. It was the closest thing she had of a family left and she didn't know what she would do if she lost it. She looked to Logan and moved carefully to give him a hug for finding him for her. "Thank you." she whispered in his ear. When she whispered in peoples ears. it was her way of saying that she trusted them. It was something that she had done since she learned to talk. She removed herself from the hug and went back to Cal. Missing the small movements on her back.
She snuggled herself into Cal's lap and held Mr. Jonesy close. She could feel herself drifting off to sleep both from exhaustion and the relaxing movements from Cal rubbing her back. She looked up at Cal with her sleepy eyes barely staying open, "Do you think my Mommy and Daddy will be here soon?" before she could even hear an answer she drifted off further and fell asleep.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 23:18:24 GMT -5
Despite his pride screaming at him, Logan once again would back down from the potential argument. The kid was finally calming down. If she wanted a bickering match he could do that... but later. So he let her snippy response to his help fly over him, instead turning to the little girl who was hugging him. It was a bit awkward and he didn't know how to respond to it at first. Slowly but surely though he would ease his arms down to hug the child as though he had decided she wouldn't turn into a viper in his arms or something... because he was pretty sure kids couldn't do that... right? Yeah...
When she beckoned him down he would kneel so she could whisper in his ear. That was something his younger sister did when they were kids too... or at least she had until she decided to start hating him The little thank you made him smile too. "You are welcome," he'd say back, seeing that drowsy look start to spread on her face. He wondered if she was tired from the crying or if the illness was making her weak... or maybe he was reading to much into it.
Watching as Abigail returned to Cal's lap he would cross his arms over his chest. When Cal spoke about needing a village to raise a child his brow arched up. Was this... her way of accepting his help? Alright, he could work with that. No need to rub it in anyone's face yet. Especially since the child seemed to be falling asleep... while asking about her parents. That wasn't a conversation he really wanted to have. Despite it being an unavoidable reality he would save that for another day.
"I have a mat over here she can sleep on," he said, motioning to the little canopied hut he'd made for himself on the other side of the camp. Inside was a mat made from clothes and leaves. "You need me to carry her?"
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