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Post by Krys Robin on Apr 27, 2009 19:47:21 GMT -6
Krys had been staring particularly hard at one location as though in a daze when some man yelled out at her with an accent. Blinking, as if drowzy, she lazily turned her head around and her brown eyes focused on him. He was strangely vivid given all the smoke, the adrenalin of the crash, and now the aftermath. Everything was eerily clear though for a moment soundless and she could only see lips move.
Within a few seconds that was over and done with as the loud screeching and rumbling of the engine still rung in her ears along with the cries of those who had lost loved ones. In this moment, strangely enough, Krys was particularly glad she didn't love anyone, let alone know anyone that had been on the doomed plane. Did that make her any less human? She wasn't sure. Right now it didn't seem to matter.
The man was now gesturing wildly and Krys seemed perfectly content watching his actions for a few moments before her mind registered that she should actually do something. She gave a silent little nod and she took a few steps away from the area only to nearly trip over a dead body. Blinking with surprise she retracted back. It was like when she was a kid and she pretended that the cracks in tiles on the kitchen floor were lava... So many places to step wrong.
Holding her hands in front of herself she slowly twisted her right wrist. Ok, so that seemed to be working alright. Then her left. It was in these moments of chaos that you learned to appreciate the 'simple' things. Even with death all around you.
Her brown eyes trailed down to the sand and slowly moved back up. "This is not good."
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Post by Jake Cowan on Apr 30, 2009 0:22:16 GMT -6
((going to pick up the slack so to speak so character won't be stuck out of the loop))
Jake listened to her name off what her luggage looked like and hauled it out the back of the fuselage quickly. He blinked a little as his eyes readjusted to the sunlight and he watched the scene before him. "Panic..not a good thing", he observed as he heard voices call for help and scream in fright.
His thoughts went along the tangent they did in the past, distant, cool and collected. As usual inside there was panic, somewhere in the back of his head he felt fright and he knew it was there. However instinct, training and experience taught him to look at things calmly.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, grateful for the little miracles like the smokes still intact in his luggage. Several cartons at least, he'd stocked up before going to australia; not wanting to risk whatever they had that passed for tobacco there.
He walked over to his luggage and shouldered his duffle bag and grabbed his suitcase quickly, he glanced over to Yuuki and motioned to her luggage as he spoke. "Well there ya' go Miss, all yer stuff and if you don't mind im gonna try and straighten things out a bit", he inhaled again and nodded to her; exhaled.
Jake looked over the situation and frowning did an assessment of what he saw. "There are three types of casualties, those who will live regardless of what you do", He started thinking as he saw those with head injuries but no clear fluid leaking from their nose or eyes; and no visable fractures. "Those that will die regardless of what you do", he noticed those who seemed on the way out. Too much blood loss, punctured lungs that were too far along and the few he could see from experience otherwise.
"Those that will live because you act", was the final thought he had; remembering his combat lifesaver training. He frowned and looked over the dead bodies that had no one crying over them. He then placed his luggage down nearby in a safe location under a tree. Keeping a serious, determined and almost distant expression he started dragging a few of the bodies a good distance away from the injured and in a secluded spot to the west side of the fuselage.
His expression was remote and reserved, his thoughts lost in his task. He continued to smoke and once he was satisfied he had done something to at least make conditions a little more friendly to the injured he finished one cigarette.
He then turned and started looking over the crowd; clinically, with a sharp eye and then paused seeing Krys.
He saw her hesitation and frowned, he knew how to fix this but it wasn't going to make him look like the most compassionate person.
He cared little for the impressions of others most times, unless he knew them well. But he also knew being stranded here meant playing politics a little more then old habits allowed.
He walked over, and spoke to her so she could hear him; his voice clear. "Let me help ya out here..you don't know me but trust me on this", he paused and looked down at the body and back at her.
"Look towards the ocean and give me a minute..", He waited to see if she would and then without double checking, time was short after all; he reached down and gripped the shirt of the deceased man on the ground.
Jake made sure he had a firm grip, pulled the body up a little and gripped under its armpits. "Damn..never can get used to this type of shit..even now", he thought as he pulled it quietly out of her line of sight; around the plane and near the others he had pulled aside earlier.
He walked back over to her and spoke clearly, "Thats over..now for an introduction of sorts"met her gaze for a moment and then reached for his pack of smokes; lit one. His hand shook slightly for a moment but he quickly killed it and the old thoughts that rose to the surface of his mind.
"My Name's Jake..is there anything i can do to help you?". He asked with a curious look before turning his gaze outward to observe everything around him; waiting for her reply.
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Post by Krys Robin on Apr 30, 2009 21:02:47 GMT -6
Krys looked up at a strange voice that had addressed her, just in time to see the young man with the militaryesque haircut. Krys was never a very trusting individual but she was a bit shaken up from the crash so really her 'wits' weren't immensely about her. Not with all of the chaos that was going on around the two of them.
She nodded, blinking she turned her face and brown eyes onto the ocean, watching the gentle blue waves which provided a strong contrast again the mess that surrounded her. Tilting her head slightly to the side she became quite caught up in the outward scenery until finally this stranger (Jake) brought her back out of it with his words.
"Damn..never can get used to this type of shit..even now."
What? She blinked and turned her face toward him thinking he had spoke (not at all realizing that the island was already starting to have its affect on her). But upon turning to look at him she knew that couldn't be the case, as he seemed quite caught up in taking a shirt off the dead body of a man on the ground. Krys was eerily not grossed out by it.
She was a tomboy but she also had been the recipent of her fair share of nasty gashes and bruises given her messy home situation. But she was away from that now, and being stuck on an island with burning debris and dead bodies was actually a pleasant alternative.
"I'm Krys. And I think there are other people who need more from you than I do." She gave a quick introduction before nodding toward all those crying and who looked more lost than she did. She didn't seem to mind that she wasn't exactly 'freaking out' nor did she worry if it made her seem odd to anyone. What did she care? She had just survived a plane crash. Not many could say that. She attempted to look at the bright side with her own odd humor, even now.
"Do you know what happened?" She furrowed her brow as she looked at him with honest curiosity. "Last thing I remember was hearing a loud noise and then we were here... Well, some of us..."
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Post by Jake Cowan on Apr 30, 2009 22:49:15 GMT -6
Jake nodded listening to her concerns and how others would need help. "Yep this will be a handful that much can be said", he thought as he observed the state of those around him. He could hear the dying whirr of a turbine and listened to her question, nodding before he replied.
He took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled answering, "Beats me i was sleeping...and i thought it was umm..part of my dream".
He frowned a little, carefully choosing his words.
"I thought i was back there...when he...and i was scared but i was excited..i hated it but it was so familiar", he thought to himself thinking back over his dream. On how in that moment for some weird reason he was going over events he had spent the past year or more trying to forget.
How the dream seemed so vivid, so real. He finished what he was saying, his words carefully chosen,
"Anyway, i shot up and got knocked out by the ceiling...next thing i know im face down in the water, get up coughing and out of it".
He frowned and ihhaled and exhaled again smoke pouring out of his mouth, "This is chaos..and i have no idea where we are..".
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