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Post by Melinda Harper on Apr 24, 2009 18:29:02 GMT -6
  Melinda having gotten to her feet again and the dizziness and head ache had finally subsided, she sat by a piece of rock which she normally would have questioned but as she had just miraculously survived a plane crash which she was sure she should have died. Even looking around at the bodies after she first found consciousness she felt like she should be dead not the other corpses that must have had lives.
With her leg bandaged and a band aid on her head from her head cut she was limping but decided to walk around to see if she could find any other survivors or if she could help anyone, after all if it wasn't for Nathaniel helping her it would have been that much harder for her to stop the bleeding on her leg.
As she walked through she looked around and saw the bodies, not sure if she should check if they were actually dead instead of just assuming they were dead, she decided against it as she didn't know what might happen. But as she walked along the crash site she felt the soft grainy sand hit her feet, she had to lose her shoes as one of them had been crushed removing the airplane part from her leg. But she noticed a man he looked like he was a survivor and in pain she limped a little quicker and said to him in a friendly tone "Hey, do you need help?" not just wanting to jump straight into helping him in-case he got offended.
((OOC; as I had a previous plot with Nathanial to meet him first thought this might be a good idea. :] ... ))
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Post by Jack Singer on Apr 25, 2009 13:30:41 GMT -6
Jack's day was only getting worse. It seemed as if nothing positive had happened ever since the plane went down. He tried to help three people, who all ended up dying before he could do anything. After all of these, he had to walk to the water, which wasn't very far, and clean his hands of blood. He couldn't help but think if he had been a medic in the war, if he had known what to do, then he could have saved them. He couldn't find Chris, who was dead for all he knew. His friend was on his way to the bathroom went the crash happened, and he wasn't among the group of people here. Jack had checked everyone - living and dead - to see if any of them were Chris. This was exactly why Jack didn't want any friends. He'd end up being blinded by the friendship and do anything to find them. He didn't want this to happen, but he knew it would.
The only high point of the day happened when he found his binoculars laying among the fiery pieces of metal... The completely useless binoculars. Earlier, he stood at the edge of the water to find out if they were close to any other pieces of land, or maybe any passing ships. All he could see was clear, blue water and the sky. He held the set in his hands, and the strap that went around his neck was hanging freely. There was nowhere to go, but he had to get away from all the bodies, so he limped farther away from the crash.
As if his day couldn't get any worse, he tripped over a piece of metal sticking out from the ground. He tried to get up, but it was too much for him. He fell back onto the ground. He crawled over to a nearby tree, flipped himself over, and leaned against it. He clutched his injured left leg, which still had his shirt's sleeve wrapped around the area between his ankle and knee. Bullets were nothing compared to this kind of pain. He looked up and saw a woman, who asked him if he needed help. "No, no. I'll be alright," He told her as he tried to stand up again. This time, he was successful, but he had to lean against the tree. "What about you? You okay?"
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Post by Melinda Harper on Apr 25, 2009 18:30:02 GMT -6
She limped straight over to the man who was now leaning his back against the tree, she heard him try to tell her that he was okay. After he'd asked her if she was okay, she shrugged it and walked closer to him and looked him up and down. It's not like she didn't trust him she just wanted to be sure for herself that he was okay.
Noticing his leg she assumed something similar had happened to him too. She raised her eyebrows suspiciously "Yeah you look fantastic, you're leg? Do you want some help with it?" she asked him. Although he wasn't the first person to have also survived the crash she was glad there were other survivors too, it meant less dead bodies.
"I know where there's some first aid kits" she told him, she wasn't sure if he would even accept her help but she wanted to help him it was just in her nature though she had always been kind and willing to help anyone.
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Post by Jack Singer on Apr 25, 2009 21:02:23 GMT -6
This girl didn't know when to quit. He told her he was alright, but she didn't stop there. "I said I was alright. I don't need help," He told her one more time. "And I don't need a first aid kit, either. My leg's bandaged up just fine." He briefly looked down at his leg, wrapped with the sleeve of the shirt he was formerly wearing. It wasn't the best, but it was doing it's job, which was putting pressure on his leg and stopping the bleeding. Then he looked back at the woman he was refusing help from.
"Do you know if there are any other survivors? I've seen about six, maybe seven of them, and that was right after the crash," He told her. He wanted to get off the subject of help, and he hoped the woman would shut up about it. "You know, I'll bet there's a lot more survivors, because it's pretty obvious the whole plane didn't crash in the same place." Chris was probably with that group, but still, he was most likely dead. Then he wondered about the pilot and co-pilot, because the head of the plane was nowhere in sight. They could be dead right now, too.
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Post by Melinda Harper on Apr 26, 2009 11:23:00 GMT -6
Melinda sensed straight away that he was the type of guy who wouldn't accept help from her and sighed when he had refused and she thought he even seemed angry at her for asking she tried to keep calm and said to him "Hey I'm sorry I just wanted to help" she looked back to his leg again and back to his face. She did notice he was quite handsome but men were the last thing on her mind right now especially after her soon to be ex husband and his brother.
As he'd asked about the other survivors she didn't exactly know what to say to him as she didn't really want to freak him out as it seemed like he hadn't been conscious that long but was happy he'd survived and seemed to be doing okay all considering. she decided to be brief with him for now "Well I ended up in the fuselage-- not far from here and there were a few dead bodies by me but I heard some survivors as I awoke but I met someone else too he helped me with my leg and my head" she told him a little nervous about how he would react, she also raised her hand to her head to feel the band aid that she'd placed on it and noticed her head ache had now gone.
"Yeah, there must be other survivors" she told him trying to force a smile, she didn't want to think about all of the other passengers that had died as she had survived. She added "I'm Melinda by the way" she told him giving him a half smile again introducing herself.
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Post by Jack Singer on Apr 26, 2009 18:55:56 GMT -6
Jack could understand she wanted to help, but he didn't need it. He could handle it. Worse things had happened to that leg. Or maybe he refused because he wanted to see how long he could go before he actually needed something done about his leg. But it really couldn't be that serious, could it? He listened to the woman's story, and it sounded similar to his own, except there was no one around to help him out with his leg.
"I woke up in the ocean. I was glad I wasn't too deep into the water. When I got to land, I think there was someone having a baby, or that might have just been my imagination... Anyway, the first thing I did was rip off my sleeve and wrap up my leg. The cut wasn't too bad, but I had to do something about it. Then I helped this girl with a cut on her arm. I left her alone, then I tried to help a few other people, but they didn't make it," He explained. He took the deaths of those people hard, even if he had no idea who they were. He knew if he just had a little more time, those people would still be alive. "Jack," He replied, shaking Melinda's hand, a blank expression on his face.
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Post by Melinda Harper on Apr 26, 2009 19:39:22 GMT -6
Listening to Jacks story, he seemed legit enough, not that he didn't have a reason not to be though. She just stared with her eyes wide open as he told her about the other passengers that didn't make it. It was hard for her knowing others that had deserved to live more than her had died, even if she was grateful to be alive it still didn't feel right to her.
after hearing the man's name, she gave him a weak smile "Okay Jack, can you walk?" she asked him, guessing he probably wouldn't want her help so she wasn't going to offer it as she turned her back to him for a second looking around the wreckage thinking about their rescue she turned back to him and said "I think we should go somewhere more open, for the rescue team to find us" hoping they would be rescued soon.
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