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Post by R.J. MacReady on Apr 9, 2009 14:37:24 GMT -6
R.J. still hadn't introduced himself to the rest of the group. Actually, he had done just the opposite. Into the forest, a little bit away from the North Beach, he had gone and hidden himself, where he now attempted to create some shelter.
His reasons for going into seclusion were really his own. Mostly, it was because he was still facing the absurdity of the situation. He was alone on a deserted island; at least, in his eyes he was. That, and now he was produced electric blasts from his hands. From bad to worse wasn't the half of it.
Some more branches were piled up to make a makeshift wall when he had heard the sound of movement behind him. Without turning, he spoke. "Might wanna just go back wherever you came from."
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Post by Braelyn Massarotti on Apr 9, 2009 16:58:11 GMT -6
[/b] Of course, after a moment, she heard rustling and took several paces forward to see a man setting up his own little shelter. Blushing pink, Braelyn looked at the ground. "Sorry. I thought you were..." What? Her own split personalities? She didn't even know what the voices were. "Sorry."[/size][/ul] |
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Post by R.J. MacReady on Apr 9, 2009 19:33:52 GMT -6
A glance was given over his shoulder to the new arrival, but it was when she began screaming that he turned around completely in order to face her. Out of nowhere, she had shouted about something behind real. Great. The only person to come and face him, and it was the psycho of the group.
"Uh-huh." He turned away in order to once more go back to work on his shelter. If R.J. wanted to make sure he avoided any bad weather that would come up, he'd have to get this thing finished as soon as possible. Not another word was spoken to her as he continued to form walls out of the branches.
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Post by Braelyn Massarotti on Apr 10, 2009 22:39:41 GMT -6
[/b] she clarified, but felt like she was trying to convince herself. The words sounded fake to her own ears, and her lack of confidence was obvious. "I mean, a lot of weird stuff has been happening, but that doesn't make me crazy, right?" This man didn't want to hear about her troubles. He wouldn't understand what she was going through anyway. Her need to talk to someone was so overwhelming that she was about to spill her secrets to a complete stranger. Fabulous. Fingers fiddling at the hem of her shirt, she walked around the other side of RJ so his back wasn't to her. It was an improvement even if he wouldn't look at her. "What are you building that for?" she asked suddenly. A shelter would be useful if they planned on staying for a while, but rescue was coming soon. "You're just going to leave it behind when we get rescued."[/size][/ul] |
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Post by R.J. MacReady on Apr 11, 2009 9:30:41 GMT -6
Great. Out of the, what, 100 people that had survived the crash, he got stuck with the crazy one. The crazy one that was mildly attractive, sure, but the crazy one nonetheless. Once more, he turned his head to glance at her briefly as she said she wasn't crazy. Sure, a lot of things had happened, but talking to oneself? Yep, that was crazy. "Uh-huh."
Finally, Ms. Schizo made her way around the other side of him, and now R.J. had no choice but to face her. Instead, he kept his head turned downward as best as he could, with the reason being that he was still working on the shelter. It was a good enough excuse. "Because rescue's not coming as soon as you think." Some underbrush was positioned for the beginnings of a temporary roof. "If the plane had a black box, it's not working."
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Post by Braelyn Massarotti on Apr 11, 2009 22:22:08 GMT -6
[/b] she insisted firmly, a mild teenage pout forming on her lips. Then she smiled playfully. "At least I'm not the one forcing myself to do manual labor so everyone will leave me alone." She was aiming for a nerve, and could only hope that she pissed him off. Braelyn pulled away slightly so she wasn't a few inches away from RJ's face. She looked down at the branches and traced her fingers down the side lightly. "Why wouldn't the black box be working?" The question sounded doubtful. Of course rescue was coming, of course everything was okay. Everything had to be okay. "Ow," she suddenly muttered, pulling her hand away to see a splinter in her left index finger. It was stuck in there pretty tightly, and since her other arm was broken, there was little chance of her getting it out. That didn't mean she couldn't try, however, and she did make an attempt to get it out without jolting her broken bone. Her attempt failed, and a shot of pain went up her arm. Wincing horribly, she looked down at the splinter and sighed. She'd have to get someone else to pull it out for her. Being in the middle of nowhere had its benefits. At least she wasn't surrounded by people. She still needed a little something to calm her nerves, however. "Do you happen to have anything to drink?" she asked politely, like a seventeen year old asking for alcohol was perfectly normal. "I mean booze, by the way. The plane had tons of tiny vodkas, right?" Hopefully he won't lecture her on the sins of underage drinking. [/size][/ul] |
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Post by R.J. MacReady on Apr 12, 2009 12:20:57 GMT -6
So. The young one had a mouth on her. Of course, he was only, what, three years older than her? In situations like this, though, it seemed as if age mattered even more.
"You're right." More of the underbrush was situated up on the makeshift walls. "I don't know anybody here. As far as I'm concerned, I'm pretty much alone here, and in all honesty, it freaks me out a little bit."
"As for the black box...I don't know. Could have been damaged in the crash. But if it were working, I...think I would have sensed it." He didn't want to go into specifics about his growing abilities. Really, he didn't know what they were, or if anybody else had any. It was something right out of a comic book, but for now, he had to keep it on the down-low.
While he had been content to keep working, R.J. heard her sudden 'ow' and couldn't help but glance over. There she was, trying to use her stump of an arm to try and pull the splinter out of her other hand. Hesitantly, he stopped his laboring and made his way over to her, grabbing her free arm without even asking for permission. Luckily, the splinter was still sticking out of her flesh quite far, so it was easy for him to just pull it out. The tiny piece of wood was dropped to the ground, and then he looked at her once more.
"Alcohol dehydrates you, and if you haven't noticed, we're stuck on a tropical island. We need fresh water, not vodka."
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Post by Braelyn Massarotti on Apr 12, 2009 14:09:00 GMT -6
[/b] She wasn't exactly a social butterfly, but Bee had at least introduced herself to one or two people. That was a few people more than this guy had managed anyway. Besides, she knew a liar when she saw one. Her whole group of friends had been full of them. Sensed it? Braelyn looked up at him deadpan, not one ounce of belief. After a moment, she bit her lip to surpress a laugh. "You would have sensed it," she said slowly, trying hard to keep her voice void of emotion. "And I'm the crazy one." It was probably really rude to be laughing at him, and that's why she stuck to her mocking tone. This guy clearly thought he was a superhero of some kind, and she had no sympathy for him even though she'd been hearing voices in her head for the last six hours. Well, almost no sympathy. She was surprised when he grabbed her hand and took the splinter out himself, but grinned happily anyway. When she was splinter-free, she made no move to remove her hand from his grasp and instead looked up at him pleasantly while he spoke. "Yeah, but vodka tastes so good, doesn't it?" Braelyn leaned close again, trying desperately to push his buttons, break his boundaries, and completely obliterate this self-control thing he had going on. "Thank you," she said charmingly, and smoothly pulled her hand away. But then something terrible happened, and she felt kind of bad. It was one thing to hang around while he made his hut, quite another to harrass him. "So you were alone on the plane then?" she asked, changing the subject. Hopefully he had been, or she would have just possibly poured salt on an open wound. No one wanted to be reminded of the people they'd lost. "If you're looking for someone, they're probably still out in the jungle." There was a hint of hopefulness in her voice. She'd been traveling with a group of friends when the plane crashed, and had yet to meet up with any of them. For once, she purposely averted her eyes away from RJ to peer out into the jungle. "Just because you haven't found them yet doesn't mean they're..." Her voice trailed off. They both knew what she meant. "But whatever. You can probably 'sense' when they're coming around, right?" The mocking was back and it felt good. [/size][/ul] |
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Post by R.J. MacReady on Apr 12, 2009 15:54:37 GMT -6
As his new acquaintance mocked his words, R.J. couldn't help but look at her with a scowl on his face. Sure, what he said was ridiculous. But to him, it was true. He wouldn't elaborate further on it at that point in time. Maybe later, when his "shocking" new personality was relevant.
Thankfully, the subject was quickly changed, as the girl asked him his opinion on vodka. Well, specifically, if he thought it tasted good. While he was not averse to the taste of alcohol, he wouldn't consider himself a drinker. After all, you needed to have friends to go drinking, right? R.J.'s mouth opened in order to respond to her question, but it was then that he noticed that her lithe hand was still resting in his own, and she had moved in closer to him. The cheeky smirk she displayed was the final straw, making him suddenly release her hand and stand up once more.
"I was alone on the plane." Finally, he decided to stop working, and instead took a seat on a stump of wood located opposite of her. "Came to Australia on my own. I was a lot more happier, too, before I went to Sydney." Oh, no, he had almost went into his sob story with her. "Things change, is all. That happened to me in the land down under." As he spoke, he had been staring at the ground, but now, he turned his head upward in order to face her once more.
"What about you?"
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Post by Braelyn Massarotti on Apr 12, 2009 17:58:31 GMT -6
[/b] She knew the story all too well. "Then you went home alone because life sucks and isn't quite the fairytale you imagined." The way she said it sounded like sarcastic and more bitter. Braelyn wasn't really in the sympathetic mood. "Don't worry about it. Girls are bitches." She couldn't figure out why she was trying to discuss this with him, seeing as he clearly didn't want to go into detail. It was weird. Almost like she cared. "My friends were on the plane," she said, speaking confidently. "They're probably in the jungle somewhere. Or on the beach, even. I just haven't found them yet." Braelyn knew for a fact that they were alive, that they had to be alive. She wasn't going to be here all alone for long. [/size][/ul] |
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Post by R.J. MacReady on Apr 12, 2009 18:53:27 GMT -6
While his new acquaintance was trying to cheer him up, the words were actually aiming in quite the opposite direction. R.J. didn't take it personally though; she was just assuming. She didn't really know what had happened, even if she was almost close. No, the true story was far more cruel and wasteful.
Which is exactly why he wasn't going to talk about it.
"No." Suddenly, he was no longer as talkative as he had been a moment ago. Instead, another small branch was picked up into his lap, and he went to work on breaking it apart. "But I'm sure your friends are alright." Of course, they probably weren't, but he wasn't going to say that to her. People needed hope, even if he didn't.
"Have you met any of the others yet?" The subject was nicely steered away from the subject of why he had been in Australia, and friends in general.
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Post by Braelyn Massarotti on Apr 12, 2009 23:10:46 GMT -6
[/b] she pressed, being nosy and pushy like she often was. "About your girl." She was usually a good guesser, but apparently not good enough. Yeah, her friends were all right. She just didn't want to think about it for too long. "The other passengers?" she asked, sitting on a nearby rock and smoothing out her skirt neatly. "Not really. There were a few people after the crash who helped me deal with this -- " she nodded at her sling " -- but other than that? No one." Bee wasn't feeling especially social on the beach. There were so many noises rattling around her skull that she didn't want to talk to anyone. It was only now that all the thoughts inside her head were her own, and her mood had improved greatly. "I guess no one else compares to your delightful company," she teased, resting her elbow on her knees and fluttering her eyelashes girlishly. [/size][/ul] |
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