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Post by Melinda Harper on Apr 24, 2009 16:22:06 GMT -6
Melinda had only just managed to pick her body up off the soft grainy sand she had laid on when the plane crashed, with her leg injured and her hit to the head she knew she had to move herself and try to find something to patch up her leg and something for her head. She didn't want anything to get infected.
As she stood, she lifted her right leg up so her foot wasn't touching the ground and leaned her weight to the left leg which was kind of painful but more uncomfortable than anything, she couldn't help but notice that other survivors seemed to be panicking and screaming and shouting, she also noticed some passengers on the same flight had died as she saw their lifeless bodies.
Searching the bodies and wreckage for a first aid kit, she felt the blood tickle down her leg, wanting to wipe it, knowing she would have to find something to help stop the bleeding and apply pressure to it. She managed to drag herself along but in pain she noticed a man in front of her.
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Post by Nathaniel Vice on Apr 24, 2009 16:45:45 GMT -6
Sitting on the grainy sand, Nathan did his best to ignore the chaotic and frantic scene that laid before him, a plane crash…or part of a plane crash. He ignored the bodies, not that they didn’t affect him, but it was because they would he ignored them, having landed face first in the sand, or so he assumed, he had a small cut on the side of his face and a slightly larger gash on his arm, earned assumedly when his row of seats flew out of the plane…he wasn’t sure, he concluded he unconscious for most of the falling part.
Luckily he wasn’t so injured, but the first aid kit was jus tin case, it did occur to him others may have needed the first aid more than he did, but walking into that shit storm was not something he was prepared to do. He had a few cuts on his arm, which he dabbed with peroxide and placed a small band-aid over it…he felt somewhat childish placing a band-aid over a cut…but what the hell, who was everyone else to tell him what he could and couldn’t do.
Looking to his side, he saw a girl limping in his direction, a notable wound on her leg, ”You look like hell” he said standing up, not exactly knowing what to do after that, ”Need…help?” he asked, somewhat reluctant to help, but willing if anything, not that he would know what to do…he wasn’t a doctor. |
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Post by Melinda Harper on Apr 24, 2009 18:08:24 GMT -6
 Still dragging her body along by force as if she didn't she was sure she would have lost balance and fallen. She looked up at the man as she continued to limp she noticed he had a first kit or least he had found one, almost smiling at the thought she wasn't sure if he would think she was smiling at him or the fact that there were other survivors as she was unsure herself.
'you look like hell' she heard him say to her, forcing a half smile she replied "Yeah genius" she was a little peeved that she'd crashed and that it had happened to her after all she had gone through with her soon to be ex husband Dean and her family abandoning her right before the crash.
Realizing she had been snappy with him and stopping her movement as she now stood right in front of him she said in a calmer, sweeter tone "Sorry it's just the crash and all.. Can you help me with my leg, I need to stop the bleeding and maybe a bandage for my head? something to clean them with?" she answered him as he asked if she needed help. Although she was reluctant to accept help from anyone right now, she knew she needed help as she couldn't do it herself.
She moved closer to him and had to sit down so she could have better access to her leg to get it fixed up so she placed one of her arms on his shoulder for balance as she lowered her body to the sand to sit down.
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Post by Nathaniel Vice on Apr 24, 2009 18:31:14 GMT -6
He shrugged at her genius comment, he wasn’t sure how to take it. If it was sarcasm of genuine, it wasn’t registering in his head at this point. But she apologized shortly after, blaming the crash for her seemingly moody first impression, ”Yeah…a plane crash would do that to you” Nathan replied, with a laugh and a slight rub of his neck, it was kind of an awkward joke in a situation like this, but even more awkward was her need to medical attention, that she needed help with…which he so stupidly offered.
As she explained all the things she needed, he conspicuously looked around, as if attempting to find someone else to tend to, but when her hand rested on his shoulder, he reacted to help her on the ground, by leaning downwards with her, he was in it now…”We got peroxide, and…these things” he said pulling out the bottle and sliding the opened kit in front of her, ”Just tell me what you need…I’ll figure out how to use it” he said lifting a roll of bandages eye level and shrugged as he dropped it back into the kit, ”Or do you want to see if you can limp your way to someone who may have a medical degree?” he asked, jokingly…again the joke was probably a bad thing in a time like this, but what was he to do…this was how he coped. |
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Post by Melinda Harper on Apr 24, 2009 18:48:19 GMT -6
As she sat in an upright position she looked cross to him as he told her about the peroxide, she glanced to her leg that was still bleeding she nodded to the man but she didn't think he saw her as she heard him ask if she wanted to find some kind of doctor or nurse.
Taking the comment lightly as she usually would and even though they had just crashed something she thought would never happen to her, She was one of those people that thought things like that happened to other people but not her, but she gave him a half smile, unable to show any real emotions to wards anything as she was in pain she said in a slightly broken voice "No you'll do fine, the peroxide will clean it" she told him.
Taking the bottle in her hand she unopened the bottle's cap and placed the cap beside her and poured a little of it over her leg wound leaning forward to do so, she screamed out in pain "AAHHHHHH", as it now hurt much more than she thought possible but she knew it was a good thing. "ouch, ouch can -- you-- get the bandage and -- and tie it around the wound please?" she asked him in a broken voice again still in more pain.
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Post by Nathaniel Vice on Apr 24, 2009 19:00:44 GMT -6
Her acceptance of him being able to do the job was both comforting and annoying, but he was going to do I regardless. Watching her grab the bottle of peroxide and twist open the bottle, he was slightly prepared for winces of pain, but she ended up screaming instead. Her pain seemed to affect him, squinting his eyes at her screaming, it didn’t look painful but she made t sound painful, so much so he didn’t even want to touch her, when she asked him to place a bandage around her leg.
He smiled nervously and grabbed the bandage and began tying it around her leg, it was an easy job but he was more concerned with whether or not he was hurting her or not, ”So what’s your name?” he asked trying to get his mind of the bandaging, off the crash. But inevitably the crash was always lingering in his head, he wondered what the other survivors were doing at this point. He had walked away from the wreckage after composing himself, being around a bunch of dead or dying people wasn’t exactly the greatest thing.
As he tied her leg up, somewhat tightly, he cut the excess pieces off with a pair of small scissors in the kit and placed both items back into the kit as he sat back, secretly feeling awkward at just having patched up her leg, ”If that doesn’t hold, I did give you a disclaimer” |
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Post by Melinda Harper on Apr 24, 2009 19:18:53 GMT -6
Now sitting back as the man attended to her leg wound which was still painful but not as much as when she had poured the peroxide over it, but then again Melinda had no patience for pain and couldn't even take injections. She was very grateful to the man for offering to help her as trying to patch it up herself would have been more than awkward for her alone.
As he was tyeing the bandage around her head she just tried to bite her lip as she feel the pressure, but she knew that was a good thing too; to stop the bleeding. When he asked her name she was distracted from the pressure and pain for a moment and was happy to offer it to him "Melinda" she said in a normal tone now. She waited trying to be as still as she could as he finished it up, she finally asked him looking over at him now "And what's your name? Or should I call you hero?" she joked, she was tired, confused and still in pain but trying to be funny and joking with him seemed to take her mind off the bigger picture.
'If that doesn’t hold, I did give you a disclaimer' she heard him say to her she just dignified it with a half smile and realized she hadn't actually thanked him for helping her, as she wasn't sure many would have offered to help her. "Thank you". with her leg bandaged up she leaned across the man to the first aid box and picked out a band aid and placed it on her head over her small head cut. She then leaned on his shoulder again to help her get up.
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Post by Nathaniel Vice on Apr 24, 2009 20:05:30 GMT -6
”Nathan” he answered with a slight chuckle, at her ‘hero’ comment. He wasn’t one of those to turn down such a valiant title, that would make him modest…and he wasn’t. But he wasn’t openly cocky either, so he just left the comment alone. Having her name made a possible communication between them easier, but what exactly did you have to talk about after crashing…about the island? About what they left behind? About how fun the plane crash was? There was nothing worth talking about, but at least he knew her name, and if anything…she owed him a favor.
As she thanked him he nodded, ”Yeah…” was his only answer, as she used his shoulder to help herself up again. At least she seemed comfortable enough to use him as a crutch, which was both acceptable and yet…odd. As she stood up he followed, luckily he was strapped in upon crashing, and he only had a few minor scrapes and bruises, and a mild headache, which went away pretty quickly, he was one of the lucky one. Some of the dead ones…obviously weren’t so lucky.
Crossing his arms, he observed the girl from head to toe, however obvious it was, he wasn’t sure nor did he think about how uncomfortable it may have made her. He turned his head to the visible part of wreckage from where they stood, and he saw a few people going through the debris and some suitcases, for the most part it had died down a bit, the whole chaos of it all. Though there were still some frantic people, those who lost loved ones on the plane, sons, daughters, husbands, wives…mothers. It only reminded him of his own mother’s ashes he had on the plane on his way to los Angeles, ”Shit” he said quietly to himself as he turned back to Melinda, ”Are you okay?” he asked not exactly knowing what else to say, ”Ya know…other than the obvious…dilemma” he added pointing to the wreckage, ”Everything else…okay?” |
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Post by Melinda Harper on Apr 24, 2009 21:37:38 GMT -6
When Nathan had given her his name it felt better, easy to communicate with him at least. She smiled as he told her just out of kindness. She wasn't sure how Nathan had taken her comment about calling him a hero as he only replied as a yes but at least he wasn't being rude or unsociable she thought. With them both being strangers who just happened to be on the same flight that had crashed.
Melinda heard Nathan mumble something under his breath but couldn't make out what he was trying to say, she assumed if it was important he would repeat it so that she could hear him better. When she heard him ask her if she was okay 'okay? yeah apart from somehow surviving the plane crash and her abandonment issues was her initial reaction but she just nodded and looked at him for a moment before finally saying "I'll survive, thanks to you" which was honest as she wasn't sure what she would have done had he of not helped her, she wondered if he would ask anything in return but for now she just gave him a polite smile.
"how about you, I'm sorry I didn't -- are you hurt?" she asked him realizing that she had just rushed over to him and accepted his help without asking him if he was hurt or if he needed any help with anything, she noticed a few cuts and scrapes but couldn't be sure if he had any serious injuries that she couldn't see. "Should we see if there any other survivors?" she asked him, although she had seen some people panicking and shouting she wasn't sure if there were others.
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Post by Nathaniel Vice on Apr 24, 2009 21:59:10 GMT -6
Nathan smiled as she said she’d survive thanks to him, it felt good helping someone. Not that she would’ve died if he didn’t help her, but the idea of it was a nice one, and she wasn’t bad looking either, so that was definite plus. He would have to come up with some kind of payback for her to give him, if for no other reason than to talk to her again, he smiled at the thought and looked back at a few other survivors, when suddenly she became concerned for him…”Now she cares…” he thought to himself as he looked at her, and shook his head, ”I’m fine, just a few cuts and bruises…probably a broken rib or two, I may have lost hearing in my left ear and my eyesight is kinda screwy” he joked, but shrugged it off rather than laughed at it, ”That’s a cool hat you have on” he said, obviously hinting to his “eye sight problems” seeing as she didn’t have a hat.
He wasn’t hurt, or at least he didn’t know if he was. All that was noticeable was a few cuts and bruises, but nothing else was very visible. What would suck more is if later down the line he found out he was seriously hurt…but as of right now, he felt fine. As she questioned their next move, which was possibly to check on other survivors, which was iffy, ”I’m sure there are plenty survivors. People don’t just fall out of they sky without a plan” he said, jokingly, however grim the joke was. He caught on to the darkness of the joke pretty quickly, ”Probably too early for that joke…” he said putting his hands in his pocket, ”Wreck is that way, everything seems to have died down…die down…bad choice in words there…” |
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Post by Melinda Harper on Apr 25, 2009 7:32:00 GMT -6
Melinda just listened to Nathan carefully as he told her about his injuries, not that it was the most most exciting thing to hear but considering what had happened to them she wouldn't feel more relaxed until she knew he was feeling okay or at least know that he would survive.
She was pleased he wasn't seriously hurt, and when he'd made the comment out the hat, she grinned for a split second and told him in a joking friendly way "Nice." When she heard him say 'I’m sure there are plenty survivors. People don’t just fall out of they sky without a plan' she looking at him in disbelief and he later realized it was a little too early for that joke she nodded and said "Yeah".
As she heard Nathan point out the wreckage and where the other survivors were, she looked on through to see if she could see anyone although she was still shock of what had actually happened in the plane and the crash and everything she wanted to help other survivors there would time for that later.
((OOC; Sorry it's not very good))
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Post by Nathaniel Vice on Apr 25, 2009 20:57:15 GMT -6
It didn’t take long for Nathan to become somewhat distracted as he was reminded of the wreckage, by himself, but still reminded. Turning his entire body to face the wreck, which placed him nearly side by side Melinda and he crossed his arms as he saw a few suitcases laying around, ”I’m not going to check on any survivors” he added finally, to hr questioning of looking for other survivors…which there was obviously was. ”All their hectic and chaotic screams, getting us nowhere…”
As he spoke he made his way to one of the suitcases and opened it up, observing his surroundings, hoping it belong to no one…or no one alive anyways. It was a grim thing to think, but at this point he would take anything. As he opened it he what disappointed to see it was obviously a woman’s suitcase, full of clothes, and other feminine products, a young woman according to the clothes. He shuffled through the suitcase regardless, finding small trinkets he decided to keep…like a toothbrush and a coat hanger, for no reason but to have them.
”Hopefully we’ll come across a volleyball” he said sitting back in the dirt as he observed a framed picture, of who he assumed to be the owner of the suitcase and a man, ”Think of how lonely it would be without one” he said, continuing on about the volleyball and gently and placing the framed picture back in the suitcase where he found it, a small action that perhaps only the observant would notice, his seeming respect for at least that picture…not that he was being very respectful of whoever the suitcase belonged to, ”Ever watch that movie?” he asked finally, looking up at her, surprised she hadn’t walked off yet. |
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Post by Melinda Harper on Apr 26, 2009 11:12:50 GMT -6
Melinda watched as she saw Nathan begin to look through some passengers suitcase although it was obvious that the passenger that the suitcase belonged to had died it felt somewhat like invading the poor persons privacy whether he or she was alive or dead. But she didn't leave even if she did think about it she was a little self conscious about how other survivors had been and also thought it would be safer to stay with Nathan.
When Nathan said he hoped to find a volleyball, she let out a light laugh, she had to laugh given their situation as she was only thinking about other survivors and the other dead bodies that had to be covering the crash site. She could only think about help and concerned about getting rescued. She said "I guess yeah" in reply to his volleyball comment. When he'd asked her if he'd seen the movie, she screwed up her face a little trying to think of it but she was a little confused "Can't say I have"
She limped over to the other side of Nathan and pulled herself to the sand and looked at a suitcase, still feeling like she was invading someone's privacy unsure if she felt comfortable enough to look through it, she came to the conclusion that she needed to see if there was anything that would help them survive until rescue came.
Opening the suitcase she saw clothes, shoes, a diary and she threw it to the ground there was no way she would read it after all she felt bad enough going through the girls suitcase, assuming it had to belong to a girl as she didn't know many guys who had diary's. She took some tops and noticed they might fit her holding them up she also found a larger shirt that said "I heart Sydney" she laughed for a second and held it up to Nathan and told him "Hey look at this" thinking it was quite amusing she almost forgot about the crash for a split second.
Turning to Nathan she asked him "We should go, find a flare or a light or something so the rescue team can find us" as all she was concerned with in all honesty was rescue.
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Post by Nathaniel Vice on Apr 27, 2009 13:00:10 GMT -6
Seemingly done with his search in the suitcase he grabbed, he leaned back with only a few items taken from the suitcase. Being that it was a woman’s luggage, there wasn’t much he could use. But at this time, Melinda was searching through a suitcase of her own, he watched as she shuffled through the items and articles of clothing within the suitcase, which also seemed to belong to a young woman. He smiled as she showed him a shirt, “I Heart Sydney”, ”I did too…” he said leaning back in the sand, letting his fingers get lost in the grainy substance. For just having crashed, Nathan was surprisingly calm, perhaps cause he got the whole “oh my god, we crashed” out of the way hours ago. He had come to terms with being stuck on the island.
Coming to terms with it, he had no mind to try and get rescued, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but he wasn’t going to go through all sorts of trouble to try and get rescued. He didn’t like getting his hopes so high, and then get shot down. ”You can go do that” he said as he let the rest of his body lay flat on the sand as a brief shade overcame them, ”Tell me how that works out. Just…you know…call me” he said, joking as he looked at Melinda from the ground, her image turned to a silhouette, since the sun was just above them. |
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Post by Melinda Harper on Apr 27, 2009 16:36:50 GMT -6
Melinda was quite shocked at Nathan's opinion on them going some place more open and trying to find a flare or light to get rescued, that was the only thing on her mind, after getting over the initial shock of actually surviving and coming to term with it kinda, it was the only thing she could think about and wondered why it didn't seem too important to him.
"You're not coming? Don't you want to be rescued?" it was just something she couldn't get her head around, why wouldn't he want to be rescued. When he made the comment about calling her she gave him a fake grin which quickly dropped. "Yeah nice one smart ass" she said back to him wondering why he was so hell bent on staying there.
"And what are you gonna do wait here to be rescued by angels? No one will find you there, we have to go someplace more open, so help can actually see us" she pointed out to him.
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