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Post by Brandon 'Bee P' Parkin. on Apr 8, 2009 21:23:05 GMT -6
 
-- Just producing a smile that didn't look like it belonged, Brendon bobbed his head a bit. "Thanks Claire" he said biting his lip in the process.
-- Shovelling some of the beans into his mouth, Brendon was focussed on eating at the minute, and not much else. Well nothing else. Well...until he saw the woman approach. At this point he automatically continued bringing the spoon to where his mouth she be, when actually it came to his ear. He jumped instantly, the beans in his ear obviously a surprise. What a first impression. He placed his tray to the side of him as the woman sat down. Brendon recognized her from somewhere...ah! She was the woman who'd asked if he was all right. Strange...she hadn't seemed that attractive then...he must have not noticed in the situation. Brendon opened his mouth to respond to the woman's words but a croak came out instead. He cleared his throat for take 2.
-- Listening to her telling the group her name Brendon smiled. Kayla was a nice name. And he suddenly noticed that he wasn't the only one who'd taken a liking to Kayla. Drew had almost the same reaction as Brendon, without the beans or the croak. "I'm uh, Brendon. Nice to meet you" he said with another smile and brushing several beans off his trouser leg. And, guess what, It had stained his only shirt. Great.
-- And as yet another guy joined the group, Brendon greeted him with a grin. He offered him his tray of food. He'd wisely taken 'Hooray there is a god' as he took one of the water bottles with a happy grin. He frowned at the dog bit. He'd seen the dog but...how had it got on the plane? He kept thinking this as he picked a bean out of his ear.
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Post by Kayla Slater on Apr 8, 2009 21:57:20 GMT -6
Kayla smiled at the tall man, Drew. "Sweet," was all she could think of to say. Not that intelligent. But what was she supposed to say? It wasn't exactly a pleasure to meet anyone, especially if the only reason she was meeting them was because their plane had crashed. But he seemed genuine and nice. And he hadn't ever hurt her, so she saw no reason to be rude or impolite. Maybe they'd become friends. She could use a friend. The brunette ran her fingers through her hair, ridding the dark locks of any tangles or rat-nests, as her mother called them. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than a nice hot shower.
It was good to know that the pregnant woman, Claire, was okay. She sighed with relief. Kayla looked at the water bottles on the ground, feeling guilty about running off while the woman might possibly have been in labor. But she was scared. And she had felt the need to run and hide and cry somewhere, like she did when her parents argued. But she had been a little girl then, and now she was all grown up. Sort of. Edward. The dog guy, every time she thought of him a picture of a golden dog popped up in her mind. "I'm glad to know that your friend can sleep," her voice was a bit sharper than she had intended, and it quavered a few times. Dogs. She hated them.
Picking up a water bottle she took a sip, happily welcoming the refreshing feeling in her throat and stomach. Kayla was vaguely aware that she was being watched. By Drew, by Edward, and a guy that had jumped up quickly, dumping food all over himself. She clamped her hand over her mouth and tried not to laugh, but it slipped out anyways. "You didn't need to get up at my expense, Brendon." She giggled. It seemed everyone was introduced. "I hope the rescue ship, or boat, or plane comes soon." It was random but it worked.
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Post by Drew Linsey on Apr 9, 2009 11:38:57 GMT -6
Trying as best he could to suppress a chuckle as he watched as Brendon fed himself beans through his ears, a pang of sympathy also came over him. If it had not been the money that usually attracted women to him, than he would have probably done the very same thing. But, luck was almost always on his side--except for his current situation--and he usually had no trouble "scoring" with the opposite sex.
As Drew put the refreshing water to his lips, allowing the water to hydrate his lips and his internal organs, he felt calmer for some reason. Looking around at everyone sitting by the fire, he knew that he would have never had met any of this people had it not been for the crash. Life was an odd thing: one minute you were on top of the world and the next minute you were sitting by a fire starving on a deserted island. Go figure ...
Listening to Kayla speak, his eyes shifted to her direction. He knew that he was not the only one who had been captivated by her, but ... well, he didn't know what to think. His brain was fried, toasted, empty. Gone. Like so many people on the island. He didn't want to think about it; but he knew that people would begin to ask how they would be getting off. "I dunno. I'm sure they'll send someone out looking when the plane doesn't arrive in Los Angeles." Drew offered Kayla with a weak smile. [/size] |
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Post by Edward White on Apr 11, 2009 19:05:16 GMT -6
"Yeah, it's a Golden Retriever." Edward smiled to Claire. His father had always had dogs. Hunting dogs. There were numerous times he would go out hunting with his father and the three dogs they had. No mutts were allowed though. Only purebred, expensive, well-bred, dogs in his household. Once, when he was littler, a girl had been giving away puppies and he brought one home. The next morning Edward woke up and his little friend was gone, sent off to the pound.
Almost subconsciously, he looked down for the dog, who was often times by his leg. "No thanks, I'm good." He replied, referring to the plate of food. It wasn't like he was hungry, the crackers on the plane had been enough, why waste food on a person that wasn't even hungry? When Kayla mentioned that she wanted to be rescued, and the man Drew replied, Edward nodded his head. "Anybody have any guess where we are?" The Island seemed to warm and tropical to be in North America, but not warm enough to be in Asia. But then again, climates weren't his best subject.
School. What an awful place to send your children. It was like dropping them off in hell, but giving them juice boxes and sandwiches and expecting everything to be okay. Mostly, in Middle School, Edward had gotten good enough grades. Not Honor Roll material, but it worked. And in High School, he had made a huge improvement with all A's. The drastic change was due to the fact that his father had said that if he ever wanted to be anything in life, he needed to go a good college, and to get into a good college, you had to have good grades. Something everything came back to being good.
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Post by Claire Littleton on Apr 11, 2009 19:09:13 GMT -6
Claire smiled at Brendon's blunder, tearing the bread roll from her tray in half, and fumbling with the knife and butter, trying not to drop anything. It would be easier if she had a drop-down table, like on the plane. Or even the other half of her lap. As it was, she pretty much had to keep her tray balanced on her knees. "I wonder whose dog it is," she mused. Silently, she wondered if the poor thing's owner was even still alive, but she decided not to voice that thought.
"They've probably already started searching," she offered optimistically, while she buttered one half of the bread roll. "We were, what, three hours or so from L.A.? When we didn't land, and they didn't hear anything from the pilots, they probably sent out other planes to search, until the sun went down. And tomorrow morning they'll finish searching, and find us, and we'll all get complimentary unlimited hotel stays at the Hilton or wherever while Oceanic Airlines bows and scrapes to us, trying to keep anyone from suing them." This was the theory that she'd worked out once the sun had gone down, and things had begun to get cold and dismal.
She took a bite of the bread roll, chewed thoughtfully, and then after she swallowed, said, "I don't think I'll ever be flying again. Outside of a rescue plane, that is. I'll just.. Take a boat for my return trip to Sydney." |
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Post by Charlie Pace on Apr 13, 2009 9:20:42 GMT -6
It had been about an hour since the drugs, from earlier, had worn off and Charlie was his old self again, but with the drugs not affecting him any longer the effect of what had happened on the flight finally hit him hard. Charlie couldn't believe how his mind could just push something like that aside, something so momentous, so life changing, he then shook his head trying to get what happened out of his mind, which was quite ironic in his view. After trying for about half an hour and yet failing to get it out of his mind Charlie quickly ducked behind a tree, pulled out his small bag of heroin and had some, more then usual just to get these thoughts out of his mind, he put the bag back and slid to the ground and closed his eyes for about five minutes. After that short amount of time Charlie got up slowly and walked up to the beach again, he shook his head quickly as he began to realize the drugs weren't doing what he wanted, for some reason the thoughts of the crash were still on his mind. While following a fire that was in the middle of the beach, and not really focusing on the people around it Charlie tripped over the corner of a wing that was stuck in the sand, cutting his right shin in the process "bloody hell" he said rather loudly. Not wanting to walk anymore, because of the drugs and what was on his mind, Charlie put his back against the wing and slid down to the ground, just like at the tree, as he faced the fire, staring into it almost. |
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Post by Melinda Harper on Apr 27, 2009 6:00:44 GMT -6
  Waiting[/size][/i][/center] Melinda had managed to drag herself across the beach to see if there had been any survivors, she had previously met two other survivors and knew there had to be more and was just curious more than anything else. Limping with her leg wound still hurting and bandaged it made it harder for her to travel far right now and the pain she was in when she moved didn't help much either.
She saw what looked like a group of people together, "Survivors" she said to herself out loud in a thankful tone. She was happy she wasn't the only survivor, she had never been camping or anything but hoped that wouldn't matter, she hoped rescue wouldn't be that long anyhow. Limping over to the group of people she now stood by them and said "uhh hey"
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Post by Anabelle Taylor on Apr 27, 2009 12:36:19 GMT -6
Though it had been some time now since the crash, the events were still so vivid in Anabelle's mind. Lying on her back in the sand she had been gazing aimlessly at the sky for ages now. How long it had been exactly she didn't know. Relaxing and letting the world pass by her had seemed like a good idea at the time but all she could think of was the crash and her friend who was now dead. She'd cried for so long that there was no more tears for her to shed.
Human instincts kicking in she sensed someone walking close by. Turning her head to the side she spotted a woman walking over towards a distant light, a fire maybe? she assumed. Az just watched for a moment before sitting up and pushing herself off the ground with her unhurt arm, supporting herself with the other. It was sore, but more of an inconvenience if anything. From seeing other survivors she was one of those who was not only still alive but had gotten away lucky.
It was difficult to catch up with the woman who limped across the sand towards what was indeed a fire. "uhh hey" the woman had greeted the group sitting by the fire. Az had silently walked up behind her responding to the woman as well as acknowledging the group, "Hey" she smiled hoping she hadnt scared the woman upon her sudden arrival behind her. Last thing she wanted was to be disliked by someone already.
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Post by Melinda Harper on Apr 27, 2009 16:49:57 GMT -6
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Stood there right in front of the other survivors Melinda was just so happy to have found other survivors, if it had only been her, Nathan and Jack it would have been harder for them to get help and get themselves rescued and as Nathan was reluctant to want rescue she hoped the other survivors did.
As soon as she spoke she heard something behind her, she assumed she was going crazy, she had just survived a plan crash after all but as she heard a feminine voice it shocked her, she jumped slightly almost falling but catching her balance in time she turned to see a young-ish looking girl, she was a survivors too.
Not wanting to seem rude she introduced herself straight away "Oh sorry, I'm Melinda" she gave the girl a friendly smile and said "So you survived too huh?"
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