CRASH {Open! Our 'pilot episode'.}

[Liam Andrews]

"Harlow. That's a umm, beautiful name. Unique too. I've never known a Harlow until now." The baby monkey wrapped it's tail around Liam's neck and perched itself on his shoulder. "Alright so our food supply is alright for now. We need to build a shelter. Everyone should probably stay together. Safer that way."

Liam suggested that Harlow lay down for a bit and eat some more of her fruit. "Try to close your eyes." Liam stayed out of the jungle, but gathered as much wood and luggage from the water as he could. He grabbed bits of the plane that he could carry and brought them onshore as well. "We can use some of this stuff."

[Ana-Lucia Cortez]

"Thanks and alright." Harlow finished up her fruit and took off the jean jacket she had been wearing, she didn't need it now. She bunched it up and placed it under her head as she laid down. It felt good to lay down and instantly all her limbs felt heavy. Even though she was out for a little while she was still tired. Her eyes drifted slowly close and she fell asleep.

Ana-Lucia dropped down from the tree and picked up the fruit that she had collected, then walked back to camp. She walked around to each person and handed them one piece of fruit. She knew they would need more, but she would worry about gathering a hunting party later, she wanted to make sure every injured person was being attended to.

Her eyes scanned the beach and she was releaved to see Harlow laying in the sand sleeping. For some reason she wanted to watch out for her. She usually only liked little kids, younger then ten, after that they got bratty and annoyed her.

[Liam Andrews]

Liam built a makeshift shelter for up to three people and placed it higher up on the shore. It wouldn't last that long, but for the night, it would do just fine. He snuck around Harlow's sleeping form and strolled over to the always helpful Ana-Lucia. "So, you look like our leader," he smiled. She looked like the alpha. The way she carried herself and got things done. "What would you have me do? I built a small shelter out of debris and some wood. It should last a few nights maybe. It can fit three people. It'll be squishy, but atleast it's a shelter."

[Ana-Lucia Cortez]

"You a boy scout or something?" Ana-Lucia asked with a grin as she picked up a couple of sticks. She had a whole handful so far, but the sticks were more like twigs, she didn't want to go too far into the mainland and see if there were bigger branches right now so twigs would do. "I'm gathering twigs to try and get a fire going. If a plane passes overhead we want them to spot us so we can get rescued." She turned her head to look at him. "You know how to start a fire?"

[Jasmine Keith]

Leave it to someone like Jasmine to have wandered off the plane before everyone else and wander into the jungle. This was such typical Jasmine. After the horror and moments of randomness, Jasmine had managed to leave the piece of aircraft mostly unharmed, and had for some reason decided to walk into the wilderness with ripped clothes and a broken heel on. That was 7 minutes ago. As soon as Jasmine found herself slightly lost she had panicked and started running randomly. Soon she had not only had branches smacking her face and a small thorns from a flower into her ankle but also had managed to get several stick stuck in her hair.

It was a while before Jasmine stumbled back onto actual humans. Or rather, she crashed into them. Jasmine had finally managed to find the clearing as she had dashed for it, falling once she reached it. Within moments she found herself falling at the edge of all the trees staring at 3 people, whom unfortunately she did not recongize, but at least they looked "civilized". She was pretty sure they were probably staring at her too, considering that she just ran out of the jungle screaming and was now lying on the ground whimpering slightly.

[Blake Gallagher]

The last few minutes had seemed like an eternity. The plane was all fine until turbulence was hit, and passengers and all came tumbling to the ground in a fiery explosion. The Tail End was the first to fall off of the plane, and he remembered the scene reluctantly. The endless spinning, the darkness. He had shut his eyes as tight as he could during it, but couldn't help open them to see it all unfold. The man he had sat next to was fine until his seat belt tore, and he was tossed into the air, hitting a stray piece of metal. He was stabbed all the way through, definitely dead. Blake had watched in horror. The fifteen year old had not expected any of this. He had believed death was inevitable.

That is until they landed somehow, most able to get out of their seats and walkabout. Blake was trembling with fear, not ready to get out of his seat belt as others made conversations. How could things just go on smoothly after that? People had died, they were stranded, and all they could do was talk to each other?

Then a thought came to him. His Cell Phone. He could call for help. Reaching down beneath his seat, still buckled up, his hopes were destroyed. The carry on that was with him was gone. His cell phone was gone. His ipod was gone.

Sighing, he sat there, slumping down. Maybe if he stayed here, he would get picked up by the rescue copter that should be coming soon. Someone would come. He hoped. As he sat up straight again, he blinked, and yelled loudly. What he saw wasn't normal. It was all different colors. Reds, blues, greens, yellows. All of it flooded into his mind so suddenly and uncontrollably that he fumbled with the buckle in a panic. Snapping it off, he rushed out of his seat. His sight was back to normal, now, but that was the strangest thing ever.

None of these people looked familiar to him, but they were the only other people there. It was them or nothing. Taking a moment, he contemplated "nothing". Being left alone to think would be helpful right now.

Then his stomach rumbled, convincing him that these people were going to be beneficial in his survival. But maybe they could be friends too. "Anyone know how this happened?" he asked particularly to no one in general. His arms crossed, and he waited for a reply and an excuse to enter the conversation.

[Samirah Press]

It had all happened so fast. One minute Samirah was singing happily and playing with her doll and then she was on the beach, some random woman over her. Through all of the chaos she walked around looking for the one person who she wanted to see; her brother. When she searched the whole crash site she decided to sit down, convinced he would come for her. She sat with her knees up to her chest, hugging them close with her arms around her legs. She was facing the crash scene, watching as people were dragging the dead bodies out of the water.

Her throat hurt and she didn't know why. She was in a strange place, without her brother or doll. Everyone was running around and screaming, all caught up in their own business, nobody seemed to notice her sitting in the sand.

There was a stinging on her arm where she had been cut by something. It was bleeding a little, but she was too scared to go to the ocean and try to wash it. She had never gone to the beach without her family. She didn't cry a lot, but tears were streaming down her face. She didn't want to draw attention to herself because she didn't like strangers. But what if her brother never came for her? She had no one left.

[Christopher Weaver]

It had been a two second scene that seemed to take two hours to play out. Chris had been asleep when they hit turbulence, the rattling of the plane nudging him out of his slumber. Not yet quite aware of what was going on, he gradually began looking around the plane. He was scared of flying and always kept his seatbelt on the entire trip. And it was obvious he tried to sleep the entire trip as well. As chaos started to reign in on the flight, he was hit hard on the back of his head knocking him out.

The screams of another pulled Chris back to consiousness. He cracked his eyes open, the sun radiating above like spot light shining directly into his face. Squinting his eyes, he started to move himself upright but stopped quickly as a rush of pain darted through his legs. Gritting his teeth, he looked down to his damaged, blood-matted legs. It was hard for him to tell where the damage was beyond all the blood and sand. Difficulty, he rolled over onto his back and pushed up to a sitting position to better look at his legs.

On his right leg, a sharp tip stuck out of the blood and sand. Reaching down, he touched it and let out a loud groan. He wasn't entirely sure how immense the damage was, but his first thoughts was that his leg was broken. Having to keep his eyes half closed against the sun and the smoke, he tried to move his foot but got no response. It was broken. He quickly looked at the mangled bodies around him. Please! It took his breath with just one word, Help!

[Ana-Lucia Cortez]

Ana-Lucia had been doing the best thing she could think of: getting firewood. They needed to start a signal fire that could get planes to see them, it was their only chance of rescue for the moment. Thing seemed to be going okay. She had attended to as many people as she could, but there was only so much she was taught. She was a police officer and a former one at that. It had been at least a year since she was on the force. They taught her basic first aid like CPR, treating small cuts, and what to do if you or your partner got shot. Nothing in there was about how to treat dying people after a plane crash.

She had stitched up one girl's forehead, but was worried something would go wrong. She didn't show it of course, but she kept glancing over at Harlow, seeing if anything would go wrong. The girl was strong, she had to admit that, but she had lost a lot of blood and there was no way to give her more. It was the same with many of the injured people. She would be surprised if most of them made it through the night. That was life though, she couldn't help them any further. She had done a poor job repairing them, but some of them weren't going to die. They were lucky enough to land in the water, it help soften the blow, though it caused many people to drown.

There was a five year old girl that had been floating in the water when she was pulling bodies out. This one she couldn't just put to the side. It was a little girl. She had placed her on the sand and started to do CPR on her. It looked hopeless. The little girl wasn't breathing and her heart wasn't beating, it had been that way for god knows how long. But she just couldn't accept that the little girl was dead. She always had a huge soft spot for children, ever since she had gotten pregnant. She had lost the baby though and her want for a child had grown. It was a stupid reason to lose a child too. Some jackass didn't want a speeding ticket, pulled a gun at her, and got four bullets to the stomach. Her trust in people was ripped to shreads that day and now she was suspiscious of everyone.

She turned her head to the side slightly as she dumped the piled of sticks she had on the ground. A young man had asked how it happened, wouldn't they all like to know. She had an idea though. "We hit turbulence and tried to turn around. Then the tail section broke off." She had been awake for most of it. She could remember putting on the oxygen mask and helping the woman next to her put it on. She had watched the plane rip apart and bodies flying out. She had felt the pull that the pressure hit her with, trying to pull her out of her seat along with the now dead people.

She had been about to say something else when she heard someone call for help. She turned around and ran down the beach, sand flying each time she picked her foot up, until she saw a guy who was a little out from the rest of the crowd. She had missed him. When she got there and took a look at him she could tell that this wasn't good. From what she could tell he had a bone sticking out from his leg, a compound break. She had never had to deal with one of those, especially in an actual city. How was she suppose to treat this? It was impossible! She rubbed her eyes in fustration and looked at the guy. "I'm going to need you to hold still, got it?" It wasn't a request but more like a demand. She was very strict and sometimes it bordered her being rude, but she had everyone's best intention at heart, she just wasn't good at showing emotion. Her head turned back to the crowd and she shouted. "I NEED SOME HELP HERE!!"

[Sam Morgan]

Waking up after being knocked out by the direct hit to his head and abdomen from the plane, Sam let out a raspy "ugggh" as his moved his sore body from underneath the rumble. He felt sand against his hands and as his eyes adjusted to his surroundings, he suddenly became sick with fear: he was on a seemingly deserted island. An island was surrounded by water. Water had sharks. Quickly running off to the nearest group of palm trees, his mind so far gone that he couldn't think about the pain he was in, he let the content of his stomach be emptied behind a patch of trees.

Normally, Samuel Robert Morgan was a "tough guy", "no nonsense" and things along those lines. But whenever he was this close to water, he felt uneasy. His mind would always race back to that day nine years ago when his best mate in the entire world had vanished into the jaws of the greatest oceanic predator known to man. Holding his head against the tree as he fought back the urge to vomit again, he heard someone yell out for help. First a man and then a women. Glad that someone had averted his attention from the ocean but afraid of what he would find, he raced to where the two people were.

As he crouched beside the pair, trying to contain the worry that was practically written on his forehead, his mind began to work again. The man looked badly injured, he had probably broken something. In his career as a skateboarder and surfer he had broken almost every bone in his body and knew a little about how to mend bones, but not much. "You're gonna need to keep it above the heart to stop the swelling." he said to the women. "You're gonna be fine, man." he said trying to be reassuring.

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[Christopher Weaver]

Christropher's head began to spin as the heat and blood loss began taking its toll on him. A woman had come to his side, her voice strict as she told him to remain still. He managed a small nod towards her. She called for help as well. It's really that bad? he mumbled to himself. Not really expecting an answer, he closed his eyes and tried to ignore how sore his body was, and how bad his leg was throbbing.

Another voice echoed into existence in his seemingly small world behind his closed eyes. This one deeper. A man's. Cracking his eyes open again, he looked up at the newcomer. Keep it above the heart? How? He couldn't move his leg without being riddled with its dizzying pain. Can't... Stupid one worded breath. Why bother trying to say more? Move...It. Taking in a deeper breath, he hit a high he only knew in high school smoking with his friends behind the bleachers.

[Ana-Lucia Cortez]

Ana-Lucia glanced up as someone else came to aid, though she wasn't too fond of him giving her advice. "So, are you a doctor? We could sure use one." She said. She didn't know too much about broken bones, that wasn't her specialty. It would help everyone if there was a doctor on this side, but so far she hadn't found one. They were going to have to shove it back in, but she was weary. It wasn't a sure thing that she would get it in the right spot, or if they'll be internal bleeding afterwards. She didn't think he'd be lasting through the night, but it wasn't like she was going to give up.

"I need a stick." It didn't matter what kind, the guy was going to bite on it. It was the best form of pain reliever she could give him.

She looked over at the guy as she steadied his leg. "Hey kid, what's your name?" She wanted to keep his mind off of the leg and pain. It was going to hurt a lot.

[Jasmine Keith]

Now, staring randomly at the things that was happening probably wasn't a great idea, especially since Jasmine was just sitting there watching with her hand over her mouth. It made her look useless and un-helpful and Jasmine certainly didn't want that, so she got herself up, was then pulled then by a stick in her hair, spin it out (all this took only a couple of seconds as Jasmine's hair was fairly smooth) and started walking carefully over at the small group of "incident".

"Um.." She said randomly (but mostly to the girl who seemed to be like in charge), "I'm not a doctor or anything, but I have practiced tai chi for 3 years now, and I now a move that can calm someone down REALLY fast." What she said was true. Ever since Jasmine started living away from her family, she had taken up different yogatic exercises to help her de-stress and she wanted to perform the "Instant Calming Sleep Chi" on the poor guy, but didn't want to do anything out of place.

While she waited for either a "NO!" or a "Really? Thanks, that would help a lot," Jasmine knelt down in the sand beside the others and said (in her upset but still scared voice), "Oh my god." Then she bit her lip and waited again, not sure of exactly of what she was supposed to be doing. After all, Jasmine wasn't exactly the super helpful type. Her mind was still wondering if her camera had survived and if she could take pictures of that blond guy who had asked what happened. She really needed new models for her collection.

[Christopher Weaver]

He didn't understand. When he first woke up, he felt fine, just a little sore. And now, he was in so much pain he was having trouble breathing when he spoke. Nice. If I die, that'll be one less headache they will have to worry about. He wasn't the type to laugh at his own sarcasm, but he would have then if he could have managed it. With the difficulty speaking, he didn't want to test the shaky waters of laughing. There was no telling where that may end up getting him to. Looking over to the woman that was here at his side to the rescue. He admired that, and if he could, he'd tell her. Well, he could, but it would be drawn out between breathes like some old man on a respirator.

She spoke to him though. My turn. He looked at her for a moment. She seemed strong. Stronger than he was. But then, all his strength got burnt out on something else. Managing a half-smile, Chris. He knew she only asked his name out of either courtesy, or to distract him. So, why did he expect to hear her calling his name then telling him there's nothing they can do? That he was going to die. Don't do this, Chris! Stay. Positive. he thought to himself. Last thing he needed was a load of negativity dumped on him.

Another voice. Someone else was here. Great, I got a crowd growing. It took him a couple of seconds, but he found the source of the voice. A small girl with blondish hair. He reckoned it was blond. He never quite figured out the shades of color that one can dye their hair. He seen his mother and sisters do it so many times, he figured he would know a little something by now, but he couldn't even tell if the color of this girls hair was blond. For all he knew, it was actually brunette.

[Harlow Russo]

Tai Chi? It was a little strange and she wasn't sure whether she thought the girl was actually telling the truth or not but Ana-Lucia would take anything about now. "Alright, just hurry before he goes into shock." She turned her attention back to Chris. He looked a little out of it and it worried her. That could be a result of too much blood loss and they didn't have any way of giving him blood.

"So Chris, tell me, where are you from?" She looked around to see if anyone had gotten a stick yet. Harlow, the girl she had badly stitched up before, had walked over with a nice small roundish stick. She was about to hand it to Ana Lucia but she was directed to put it in Chris' mouth.

Harlow sat down by Chris' head and gently placed a hand on his cheek, near his mouth. "Here, bite down on this." She said before placing the stick in his mouth.

Ana-Lucia nodded at Harlow, she'd thank them all later if she had the chance. "Everyone hold him down." It wasn't a request, but an order. This was no time to ask if they would kindly hold him down. They couldn't waste time waiting for answers, either they helped or they didn't.