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Post by Yuuki Gray on Apr 21, 2009 18:33:57 GMT -6
Yuuki shook her head "Yuuki and I have no idea what day it is." which was the truth she didn't know what really day it was, she lost track of days. She shook her head again he seemed like he knew what he was doing but she didn't care much. She knew that she wasn't hurt it was the blood.
"I just don't like chishio" she paused "Blood" she added remembering he didn't speak Japanese. She stood up after he had wrapped her hand, the blood was covered which made her feel better. Without being able to see the blood made her less light headed.
She looked over to the plane and nodded, she wasn't sure she would want to go over there alone even with herself being a solitary person. It scared her they had fallen from the sky in what was spoused to be a nice clean flight. "I'll go with you" she replied. |
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Post by Jake Cowan on Apr 22, 2009 2:38:03 GMT -6
Jake nodded, catching the gist of what she said at first if not the exact meaning. He rose to his feet and watched her do the same and spoke as he walked over towards the plane, watching where he stepped as he did so. "Good then, all you have to do is keep an eye out for anything strange i need to know, and give me a heads up for what your baggage of such looks like after i get mine".
He made his way over to the fuselage slowly, looking over all those around him quietly. He had in his mind a more business like attitude and so his expression became serious, his eyes still darted around and scanned as he reached their destination.
He looked over his shoulder at her and nodded, throwing a few words behind him as he entered the plane, "If this goes bad ill need you to get help of course..but i doubt it..just helps to do things in larger numbers then one when faced with an unknown situation".
Jake cursed himself as he bumped his shin against a compacted seat, entering the dimly lit fuselage. He frowned and stepped over stray luggage, seeing a first aid kit nearby he grabbed it as he made his way down the aisle. It was quite steep and he almost stumbled back as he did so, keeping out of the way of the cracking, and hissing wires he could see dangling from the ceiling.
He approached his seat, threw his green army style duffle bag over a shoulder and his black backpack over the other one. He put the first aid kit in the backpack first of course and then paused seeing something dim forward of the cabin.
"What the hell...?", he wondered cause it looked like a body but he couldn't be quite sure. He shrugged it off, more important things to do. He made his way back to the exit and swiftly dropped his bags a bit away from the plane, near where she was standing and then made his way inside as he said again upon leaving,
"Okay, first aid kit in the outermost pouch of the black bag, watch my stuff and give me a heads up for what your stuff looks like and general location if you can".
He knew that in the outermost pouch there wasn't much of anything or in the black bag at all other then a few toiletries and some paperbacks. He kept the kbar knife in his duffel bag, and the only thing in the black bag that might tip the hat on his past was pictures of him and his old friends at his best friends funeral in uniform. full dress and all with grim expressions due to the circumstances. However there were a few other pics as well, ones the family had given him of them posed as a squad and a platoon on their old company outpost in afghansitan. They were all in uniform and dusty with sand, boonie caps pulled down on their head and sunglasses, weapons pointed towards the sky or the ground unloaded and large grins on their faces.
"There were good times back then"(flashback to follow), he reflected as he waited for her reply.
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Post by Melinda Harper on Apr 23, 2009 14:45:00 GMT -6
 Melinda lay motionless on a soft, grainy substance, her body seemed lifeless and anyone who would have seen it could easily have mistaken her for being dead. Although she was very much alive. As she lay she slowly opened her left eye but all she saw was a burst of light so she quickly closed it again trying to move, she sat herself up in a sitting position now and with her eyes only opened slightly she light no longer hurt her eyes, but she felt a throbbing pain in the back of her head and front, and she must have sat up too quickly as she felt dizzy, looking down her leg was caught between some wreckage of the crash.
"The crash!" she said allowed although she was sure no one had heard her as she saw everyone running around in what seemed to be a panic but remembering the crash she was sure they must have been looking for survivors, she wasn't sure if she could move the part that was trapping her leg as her leg was in so much pain now almost too much to bare. Her head really started to hurt, she lifted her right arm up to touch the font of her head and then brought it back down to see some blood, her head was cut she must have hit her head.
As she put her hand back to her head she realized there wasn't a lot of blood on her head and it must have just been a small blow to the head so she removed her hand again and tried to budge the part over her leg, straining and moaning she had to find extra strength from somewhere within her to move it, with tears falling down her cheeks from the pain she managed to move it finally. She carefully moved it to the side so that she could stand up but as soon as she did she fell straight back down. Sighing she growled to herself "Why me!?" not meaning to cause attention to herself but noticed someone had stopped walking by her, maybe they wouldn't have noticed and would carry on whatever they were doing.
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Post by Nathaniel Vice on Apr 24, 2009 15:07:40 GMT -6
His eyes flickered open, he saw mostly darkness with a slight beam of sunlight protruding from somewhere. He felt his face pressed against a soft, cold, grainy substance as he spit what seemed to be sand form his mouth. For a while, he attempt to recollect where he had been, where he was now. It took sometime for him to remember anything, and that made him refuse to move, but it eventually did come to him, especially after hearing some commotion outside…or what he thought was outside. Until he figured out what had happened, the plane had crash. Nathan managed to stay buckled into his seat as his row was seemingly thrown out of the plane upon its less than graceful contact with the ground. It may have been due to his gripping of the arm rests, which led to his hand to hurt a mild pain.
He had noticed he was still buckled in, and with a groggy motion, and groaning as he did, he brought one hand over to unbuckle himself, causing eh rest of his body to fall beneath the overturned row. For a few seconds he laid beneath the seats, half afraid of what he would see once he removed his “shell” and half too tired to do anything, but he fought against both and crawled from beneath the seats, pushing it up with his back and over as he slowly stood and observed the reality of this nightmare, ”Jesus” he said to himself as he looked around, observing the damage and seeing other survivors…none he care at this very moment to meet.
It took him a moment to finally muster up the will to move, making his way away from the wreckage and towards some shade, where he sat down in disbelief of what just happened, he had never been in a plane crash before…never even thought of what one would be like. He sat to himself, seemingly calm, but this simply due to the fact he was still alive, the idea of being stranded hadn’t even set in yet. |
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Post by Krys Robin on Apr 25, 2009 22:39:48 GMT -6
OOC: I'm going to try and sneak in here. Hope that's alright.))
Krys was a brilliant individual. She had been brought up with this fact not by her family, but by teachers and friends. This was all she had to cling to. Despite the beatings and the hate that her 'family' had always had for her she was a 'brilliant individual' so she clung to it with all of her might because, quite simply, it was all that she had. *That's* how she got into college and away from home. *That's* how she got the ticket to Austrailia. And *that's* how she ended up in the current mess that she was in now.
Her eyes were closed. There was only darkness. Darkness and the deafening roars of an engine and it's high shrilled screams. She didn't want to open her eyes. She could feel a wetness at the side of her face. It was warm... Blood. Blood mixed with sweat. As a 'brilliant individual' she could tell that much without opening her eyes. Her seat belt was holding her in place, her whole body ached. And yet, sitting there with her eyes closed she couldn't help but feel that if death came now, it'd be better than death back home (if that was even an option).
That's when she heard it...
Oh, God, oh, God..
That was the first thing she heard and it was ten times louder than the sound the plane was making. Still, she couldn't bring herself to open her eyes. She knew she very well could, but this was just a result of decision making. She did NOT want to open her eyes. Maybe it would stop. Maybe it would end.
What about anesthetic?
Same voice and just as loud. It sounded like it was a person right next to her. Who the hell would be asking her a question like that?! It was then that her eyes fluttered open and she turned her head in the direction of the voice, which she thought was right beside her. But there was a man there... Not a woman. And he certainly couldn't have the feminine voice that she had heard. For one thing he was a male. Secondly, he was dead.
As she sat there strapped in Krys seemed eerily calm for someone who was looking right at a dead man who had been, minutes before, loudly crunching on peanuts and boozing on the flight provided wine.
Reaching out she'd nudge his arm. Once. Twice. Just to make sure. Nothing. Her bottom lip parted slightly, as if thoughtful, but still she showed no sign in moving until she heard that voice again.
"H-help! Somebody help me! Please! Please, some.. Somebod.."
This time however it sounded much further away, certainly not right next to her. But it was the same woman's voice, she was sure of it!
This drove her to reach down and after a moment or two of enfuriated struggling she undid her seat belt, practically yanking it off, and fell right to the ground of the plane and then toppled into warm sand.
Some of the hot particles stuck to her face, because of the adhesive the sweat and blood provided. But Krys managed to get right back onto her feet, stumbling a bit, obviously disoriented but too stubborn to go down. Then she heard another voice, a different voice.. A young male's voice loud and clear right beside her.
This can't be happening,
this can't be happening!
It had been a near scream and she cringed, turning around to push whoever it was away but she was met with nothing. Just air. Her mouth opened again, confused and in awe but unable to find words. The roaring of the engine and screeching now blocked everything out and there was only silence as she bumbled around to look at the wreckage... The horror.
Her heart was racing as she saw people stumbling about, some lying face down in the sand... Dead. Some looked like they were screaming, but she couldn't hear them. Others appeared to be sobbing. She turned her brown eyed gaze around as her body did a slow 360. Searching the faces. Her lips slightly agape she just stood there, as if in awe.
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Post by Charlie Pace on Apr 26, 2009 9:03:48 GMT -6
Charlie looked around as he heard a voice directed towards him, at least he thought it was as it seemed to be said in his direction, after a few seconds his eyes fell onto a brunette teenage girl. Charlie stared at her for a couple seconds, trying to realize what she said then slowly it was like the words went through his ears into his head. Looking around again, this time trying to take more in, Charlie realized the girl had a point with what she said as he was standing in a highly dangerous place, without wasting any time Charlie quickly moved in the direction of the girl. Standing beside her, slightly shaken, he gave her a small smile, which was the best he could do at that moment and in a shaky voice he said "thank you."[/b] Charlie began to look around, he then saw a girl, standing in a dangerous position, doing what he had been doing looking around. Thinking he should do what the girl did for him he yelled out to her "oi.. you have to move it's to dangerous there"[/b] he even began to gestures with his hands to indicate she should move. |
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Post by Anabelle Taylor on Apr 26, 2009 15:11:44 GMT -6
“Oww” she groaned bringing a restricted hand to her head. Lying there for a moment she tried to figure out where she was, what had happened? The sudden extremities of the situation came flooding back to her, hitting her with the same amount of force the crash had done earlier. Lying on the sandy beach she was far, though still in view, of the remains of the plane. Blue eyes opened wide in horror at the scene before her, but that wasn’t even the worst of it. In a moment of panic, frustration and concern, Anabelle, still strapped into her seat which had escaped the plane upon impact, fumbled with her seatbelt – usually an easy contraption to escape from, but being in such a rush to get out of the side inverted seat it proved to be more difficult. Finally escaping free she rolled over onto her back, scrambling to her feet.
“Sophie!?!” she yelled out loud, instantly not caring about the site of the crash or who or what might be listening; she had to find her friend. “Soph?!” a second time wouldn’t hurt, hell she’s continue with a third and fourth and so on until she found her travel buddy. Gazing around she couldn’t not take in the wreckage, the disaster, it was overwhelming. To stop herself hyperventilating she had already began to breath deeply and slowly. Az squinted a little bringing her left hand to the back of her neck. It shouldn’t have surprised her to be honest, she’d just fallen… – well she didn’t want to contemplate how far she’d fallen – far, yes that would do, fallen far out of the sky and back to earth so of course she was going to be in some form of pain! Scanning herself she had some painful points that would likely bruise before tomorrow, some minor cuts and one more serious gash across the top of her right arm, leading down from her shoulder and a cut across her forehead. The latter she couldn’t determine it’s condition, all she knew was there was now blood on her hands after touching the sensitive cut. Cringing at the site of the blood, Anabelle tore a section of material off a lonely t-shirt which had likely escaped from someones hand luggage, using her free hand and teeth to secure it around her shoulder for now. She wasn’t a medic, not even close, but she knew enough from movies.
Minutes had passed and still she had received no reply from her friend. “Sophie?” her voice cracked this time, hoarser, worried. It was only then that her blue eyes lay upon a body resting by the shore, moving ever so little as the waters engulfed the body with every outwards sweep. “No…” a whisper escaped her before she repeated stronger and definite, no other words could come to mind “No!...no, no, no”. Madly running over to her friend, struggling for balance in the sand as she ran, she allowed herself to fall as she toppled down onto the damp sand beside the young girl’s lifeless body. “Sophie, please wake up!...wake up!..please…” Az shook the corpse hoping against everything that the girl would awake with a gasp, that she would be okay. Nothing happened. The girl was dead.
Uncontrolled tears began to well up in Az’s eyes, slowly beginning to spread trickling down her cheeks, falling off the edge of her chin and merging with the ocean. Much death had occurred today but to each person who’d lost someone in the crash it would likely seem like so much more.
Anabelle now lay over Sophie’s body her head resting on top of the girl as she shook uncontrollably as she wept. Any of the disaster around her disappeared from her mind as did any worries about being on this island or where they’d crashed. Right now, in this simple moment, nothing mattered to her but her friend. Her friend who she would never laugh, never gossip, never argue, never cry and never comfort or be comforted by again. This time she was alone.
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Post by Casey Fields on Apr 27, 2009 16:29:42 GMT -6
Casey opened her eyes. She was standing in a wooded area, though when she looked down there was sand as her feet. turned around she could see the beach, slowly, the noises of screaming people made their way to her ears. Putting her hands over her ears she frowned. Everything seemed dreamy, like it was blurry, in slow motion...
She wanted to walk out onto the beach, but something made her want to look up. She didnt know why, but something was happening up above her.. Turning back towards the forest, she raised her eyes. What she saw, she didnt fuly comprehend at first. narrowing her eyes, Casey took a step forward trying to see who it was stuck up in the tree..
Laid out over a large branch was a body. Yet it wasnt just any person who was up there. It was Casy. Was she dead. A ghost? looking up at her lifeless body? This was crazy! Casey started to panic when... She opened her eyes.
Blinking away some of the blurryness, her dangling arms and the sandy floor came into view.. Groaning some, she tried to lift herself up over the branch. As she lifted her head, she felt the blood rush away and she felt dizzy, light headed. So light headed infact, that she momentarily lost her grip on the branch, sliding off and falling down with a thud to the ground..
Groaning some more, Casey outstretched her hands, the sand falling around her fingers, as pulled herself up, wincing some at her clearly bruised ribs.. she made her way out of the forest walking out onto the beach...
Gazing around, she took in the scene. The screaming noises arrived again, but this time she realised that it wasnt people she could hear. it was the remains of the engine of the plain, still spinning some.. Now she could hear wimpering and crying accompanying the sounds of the waves sweeping up the beach..
Her eyelids fluttered alittle as they processed her environment. Looking around her eyes fell upon a girl knelt by another girl, probably around her own age. Was she trying to help her.? perhaps she was injured... Casey began moving towards the girl. Slowly at first, her feet getting used to walking on the sand, but quickening as she approached them.
quickley kneeling beside them, she spoke, "Hi can I hel-" she stopped as she quickley realised that noone was trying to save anyone here. the girl was dead. and the one knelt beside her was sobbing her heart out.. "Let me help you.." Casey directed to the blonde.
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Post by Anabelle Taylor on Apr 27, 2009 17:09:50 GMT -6
A voice sounded next to her but she didnt look up. If she looked up she feared everything would be so real, she didnt know if she could cope with it? Right now it was just her and Sophie, no one had come close to them and so this could just be a dream. But if another face appeared, someone she could converse with, the dream might vanish. Reality would take over.
The voice sounded again, sincere. The girl had done nothing wrong, only come too see if she was okay, surely Anabelle couldn’t hold that against her? Slowly she raised her head to look at the girl now kneeling beside her. She must look such a mess, face stained with tears and coagulated blood splattered across her head from her slowly healing wound. The girl must have been roughly the same age as her, maybe a little younger? Az didn’t know, she was awful with predicting ages. “No one can help…” her own voice was hoarse from crying. She shook her head feeling like she was being too dramatic but she didn’t care right now, nothing mattered. Blonde hair fell across the sides of her face, “she’s d….she’s….” dead. She couldn’t bring herself to say the words out loud. Anabelle wiped her hands across her cheeks brushing away her tears but it was no use, more just kept coming everytime she thought she was okay.
Stabling herself she took a few deep breaths trying to calm herself. It seemed to work for a few moments before she caught sight of her friend’s lifeless body lying on the sand. What had the brunette done to deserve this? Why her? Why their plane?! Any other catastrophe could have happened, a train accident, a car crash and bloody terrorist attack! But no it was their flight, flight 407, that had to have the bad luck. Wasn’t that kind of luck supposed to happen to flight 180!? What did 407 do wrong? Well, at least they were alive….some of them anyways. Anabelle looked back down at Sophie’s corpse, confused with her feelings. She was sad, angry, frustrated, confused, the list could continue on with the number of feelings she was experiencing right now. She just wanted to scream. Before she could look up she felt a tingle in her hand, a small shock. Looking down at her hands firmly planted in the wet sand she could detect something…well something odd? Anger filled her, there was some innocent but intruding sea creature invading her friend’s death! With no moment to think blue sparks emitted from Az’s hands. Her eyes opened wide in panic but she couldn’t do anything. “Aaahhh” she screamed out, not for her friend but in pain. The pain spread through her, first in her hands then reaching out to every part of her body causing her to involuntarily jump back into the soft sand. “What the - ?” exclaimed the first words she uttered, eyes wide open in fear. What was that?
Az just stared at her friend’s body wondering if she was really dead. Did the dead emit some strange electrical vibes? She was sure she’d never read that in a biology book before. It was only then that the blonde remembered the other girl who had approached her. She shot a glance to her wondering if she’d been attacked too.
“Um…hi” was all she could muster right now.
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Post by Kailyn Hartway on Apr 27, 2009 17:13:50 GMT -6
I SEE YOUR DIRTY FACE,
hide behind the collar, [/i][/b]
WHAT IS DONE IN VAIN.truth is hard to swallow.[/b][/font][/size][/center]
She had been unconcious for quite some time now. There was no keeping track of the time of day or what day it was. Kailyn had no clue what was happening around her. Before the plane had crashed, she had been sleeping in the fuselage portion of the airplane while listening to music on her ipod. The music had drowned out the voice of the captain over the speakers and she had been soundlessly sleeping. Not even the shaking of the plane had stirred her awake, which she had incorperated it as an earthquake in her dream. It was a bizzare dream, too. Kailyn had been running through an empty hallway at an abandoned school as she tried to escape from something, but the school had been hit with an earthquake. An earthquake?! How odd.
Although, it wasn't odd at all. In fact, Kailyn was unaware of the surroundings while she slept, her dream suddenly reaching an end as she laid on the shoreline, unconcious. Debris from the plane had seemed to surround her, all broken and burned. Most would have considered her dead with the way she laid there, motionless... but Kailyn had suddenly caught conciousness as she wondered why she felt so groggy. Attempting to reveal her chocolate brown eyes as she wanted to glance around the plane, she suddenly felt herself in shock. With a moment of blurry vision, Kailyn regained strength of her eye sight after a moment and soon understood what had happened. Her plane had crashed... and she had miraculously survived... somehow.
"What the hell happened?
[/color]" she questioned herself a little too audible for others to hear, if there happened to be any others. Kailyn slowly helped herself up to a sitting stance as she gazed at the motionless bodies around her. There had been a bloody mess surrounding the sand beside her as she wondered where it was coming from. " Oh, goodness...[/color]" Kailyn muttered as she noticed a huge gash in her blue jeans which revealed a pretty decent cut around her left leg. Thankfully it hadn't been near the main vain or she would have died from loss of blood. It was surprising that she had managed to survive in the first place. She felt a sting of pain in the back of her head, her hand reaching up instantly to feel a sticky substance in her hair. " Great... just great...[/color]" she moaned to herself, feeling quite unlucky. " This is just great![/color]" [/blockquote]
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[/color] morning sickness sucks! STATUS[/color] currently in progress. WORD COUNT[/color] haven't kept track, lol. TAG[/color] haha, fuselage people. TEMPLATE CREDIT[/color] BY ellen!?[/center][/size] |
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Post by Casey Fields on Apr 27, 2009 17:32:03 GMT -6
Casey watched as the girl cried for her friend,
“No one can help…”
It wasnt that kind of help Casey was offering but, she decided it was probably best not to say much. She felt like she was intruding on a very private moment. But now she was here, she felt it would be too awakward to just leave the girl sitting next to the corpse...
Suddenly the blonde screamed looking intently at her hands. Casey jumped just as the sound, but when she could see sparks emitting from the girls hands, Casey imediately moved backward, "Whoa.." she said with a frown, looking at the girl.
“Um…hi”
Casey looked at her alittle wearily, "Hey..." she said in almost a suspecious tone. What had just happened? "What was that?" she asked quietly looking at the girl.
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Post by Anabelle Taylor on Apr 27, 2009 17:43:12 GMT -6
She looked uncomfortable at the girl as she moved away from her. Did she think it was her? Course it wasnt her, that was preposterous. It was some weird trick of the light, the sun on the ocean combined with a jelly fish sting. Were jelly fish stings that...shocking? for lack of a better description. Hey! it could happen, not very likely but there had to be a possibility. The excuses seemed as ridiculous as the truth.
What was happening to her?
"What was that?"
"I dont know but i'm not going back in there" she shot daggers at the water as if it was someone who'd offended her. It was strange. Could it have been her? "Maybe I just got all staticy from the fall?" she voiced out loud. That could be it right? Plane falls from the sky, electricity goes haywire, passenger accumulates a lot of static? Shock has to go somewhere. Yes that could be it....gazing down at her hands again she could see the sparks hadnt completely vanished. Occasional sparks we're flying from them like an electrical appliance that had had water poured over it. Okay, so maybe her badly devised theory wasnt correct. But how could this be happening?
Az squinted her eyes at her hands, intrigued but fearful, "This happened to you too?" the blonde questioned returning her gaze to the girl. There had to be some kind of explanation for it, there just had to be.
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Post by Casey Fields on Apr 27, 2009 17:52:13 GMT -6
Casey watched as the girl was as 'shocked' about it as she was.
"Maybe I just got all staticy from the fall?"
Casey slowly nodded some, ".. yeah.. maybe." Casey didnt believe this to be the case at all.. but well, this girls friend had just died. She could keep her oppinions to herself for now.. the girl seemed to be like distressed now, and that could only be a good thing under the circumstances, so Casey went with it..
"This happened to you too?"
She shook her head, "No.. I had a weird experience before I gained consciousness though.." she nodded. she didnt believe she had really experienced anything, just a weirdly accurate dream.. she was probably phasing in and out of consciousness at the time.. but if this girl thought she wasnt alone in the weird things happening stakes. Then perhaps she would feel alittle more at ease with the situation.. well.. as at ease as she could be right now.
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Post by Anabelle Taylor on Apr 27, 2009 18:03:06 GMT -6
She could read the skepticism in the girl's voice but didnt press anything on the matter. Now wasnt the time. Not only for the obvious reasons but she was scared to face the facts that there might be something...well, something 'wrong' with her.
"No.. I had a weird experience before I gained consciousness though.."
"Yeah?" she questioned curling her toes under the warm sand, keeping them safe from the water. They werent going in there anytime soon. Anabelle wasnt sure whether to ask further on the girl's statement or not. If she'd been willing to talk about it then wouldnt she have elaborated already? But then if she didnt want to talk about it why did she even mention it at all? Az looked at her friend's body now even more surrounded by water as the tide drew in closer to the island.
Anything to take her mind off of death she decided to ask the girl. There was no harm in asking, if the girl didnt want to answer then she would drop the topic. "What kind of experience?" she brought her knees to her chest cradling her arms around them before adding, "If you dont mind telling me I mean" she didnt want to sound intruding.
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Post by Casey Fields on Apr 27, 2009 18:17:43 GMT -6
"Yeah?... What kind of experience?"
Casey didnt answer straight away.. she also felt kind of strange sitting talking to this girl with a corpse laying infront of them.. but still this wasnt a usual situation full stop. So she answered the girls question..
"Well.. I just found myself standing in the woods over there.." she turned, wincing alittle at her ribs and pointed in the direction of the woods where she had been standing in her 'dream'. "I looked around and could see the beach.. everyone out here, wreckage... this.." she continued, always looking at the girl making sure she wasnt accidentally upsetting her in any way..
"So I'm about to come out to the beach but I just got the need to look up right? so I look up and I see myself laid out in the tree.. like in the branches.. and then I woke up again.. but this time I was in the trees branches.." she said with a shrug, "So make of that what you will." she said with a smile.
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