Anna
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Post by Anna on Feb 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -5
Nathan had gotten up early for breakfast. He just had a banana and some coconut. He wasn't sure what type of meat the group had been getting; he was never around when they were skinning it and cooking it. But he hadn't been eating it. He didn't trust it, and once they started getting sick, he wouldn't even go near the unknown meat source. If the others in the group wanted to get sick, that was on them. He had no time for getting sick, and he could get plenty of protein from the coconuts, or so he thought. He assumed that since it was a nut that it had a bunch of protein like almonds did.
Once Nate was done eating, he grabbed the small amount of belongings he had (guitar and a torn up backpack), and he went off on his own, which he did every single day. He didn't know anyone, aside from his brother, and he didn't want to make small talk with people who he had never met before in his life before this. Plus, Nate didn't really like other people. They were too much drama, and most of the time, they only caused emotional pain. As much as Nate wanted to believe he had no emotions, he was just lying to himself to protect himself. The only people he had ever trusted in life were his mom, dad, and brother. His mom had gone and cheated on their dad, which broke his trust of women. His dad had gone and killed the bastard his mother was cheating on him with, which broke Nate's trust of feeling safe. The only person he still trusted in this world was Troi, who was also on the island with him.
Now, Nate loved his brother and all, but he wasn't going to stick around while his brother made new friends. Troi has the desire to be liked for some reason. Troi also got along well with other people, unlike Nate. Nate would come back for lunch and dinner to at least eat with his brother, and then he would stay to sleep near his brother and be protected in case something else crazy happened on this forsaken island.
Today, Nate was going to go and rummage through the crash site again. He did that from time-to-time in order see if there were things they had missed in the initial run-through of the site. He placed his belongings by a tree, hopping up on the sheet of metal that carried him from Georgia to here. He climbed up the wing, and then jumped into the inside of the plane. He bean opening up the overhead compartments, scoring a small bottle of mouth wash. It wasn't the best tasting thing out there, but he could get a small buzz off it. He popped the lid off, letting half the blue liquid down his pale, freckled throat. He grimaced, placing the cap back on the bottle and placing it in his back pocket. He continued to look through the compartments, wondering what else he would find.
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Post by sammikay on Feb 25, 2016 0:07:52 GMT -5
Ooo boy, you looking like you like what you see. Won't you come over and check up on it?
"Where the hell is it?" she grumbled, long tanned arms reaching high above her head as she searched through the compartments. She was frustrated, that was true, but honestly, she just really wanted the rest of her makeup. She had found her other luggage that contained most of her makeup, but her trusty slut red lipstick and liquid black eyeliner had been in a small carryon that she had yet been able to find. She grimaced, pulling a large suitcase from the top and groaning when it dropped down and hit her knee. That would leave a bruise.
The plane around her was unstable, and she was easily able to tell when someone had hopped in the compartment. The whole metal cage seemed to creak with the unexpected shift. She hated that someone had followed her, especially since she was going after something so meaningless on a deserted island. But, Lindsay was Lindsay, and she needed her lipstick. It would be just one other item to provide her some smidgeon of comfort on this hellhole.
The suitcase was not her's, but with a quick glance over her shoulder, she popped it open. Most of the contents had been moved around and taken, but there was a small bag of cheap drug store makeup and also sunglasses. She plucked both things up, gently tucking the glasses on top of her blonde hair. She closed the case back up, rummaging again through the overhead compartments. She stood up, one leg on the arm rest of one of the chairs, the other leg on the chair's armrest across of the aisle, and looked above in the compartments. Shocking eyes scanned the compartment, grabbing a few loose items that still remained there. She found a compact mirror, which happened to be her own! She smiled, one step closer to finding her lipstick. She tucked the small mirror in the back pocket of her already too tight daisy dukes, reaching further back to fish for her makeup.
It was not long until she heard the rustling of someone near her though. She stuck her head out to look over at the guy and caught a quick view of him taking a swig of the mouthwash. "You know you're supposed to spit that back out, right?" she asked kind of arrogantly, tucking her head back into the compartment to look around. She grabbed out smaller items of her makeup, yet still no tube of red lipstick. "Have you found any red lipstick?" she asked finally, willing to give up that she was looking for it. This guy seemed like a no body anyways. She had watched him several times leave the group to go hang out on his own. Honestly, she couldn't say much of anything though because she had done the same. The past weeks for her had been spent with her toes in the sand. She hadn't given a rat's ass about anyone on this island but herself.
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Anna
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Post by Anna on Feb 29, 2016 15:45:41 GMT -5
If there was one thing Nate missed about living in the real world, it was food. Real food. They had some weird food that most people would think was disgusting to eat here. But when you were almost literally starving to death, you would eat anything. Nate liked monkeys a lot, and he would go to zoos often and watch them monkey around. (No pun intended). Since he didn't have a job out in the real world, and he was usually spending his time doing illegal things such as sneaking into the zoo. He would go see the monkeys most of the time because they could be extreme assholes to the other zoo goers. He thought it was hilarious. The way they teased the kids and bonked on the glass, scaring the timid mothers. So, the first time someone suggested that they trap and eat a monkey, he was saddened. You wouldn't think the mop head would have any feelings of kindness towards another living creature, but deep down, he had sincere feelings for some things in this world.
He was a little startled when he heard the girl's voice, but he didn't physically react to it. He slowly turned his body towards the sound of her voice. He hadn't realized someone else was here, but he knew he had heard her voice before. Either she was an illusion of his overheated mind or she had been someone from the camp. He noticed the tall, tanned, blonde and a smirk came across his face. He had seen her before, selfishly tanning while the others slaved away under the sun, not that he did anything for them either. He did, however, admire the fact that she was so open with her refusal to help around the camp. He just sneaked off when no one was looking.
"Only when you're trying to freshen your breath."
He told her, heavy sarcasm in his voice.
"But that's not exactly what I'm trying to do."
He laughed when she asked about the lipstick. He had no idea why she would even want to wear lipstick on an island. There was no competition here for attention. No one showered here. They were lucky if they could jump in the water at the lagoon and freshen up.
"You do know that wearing lipstick on a deserted island is like trying to breathe under water."
He told her, pulling the travel-sized bottle of mouth wash out of his back pocket, taking another drink of it.
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