This Is How I Forget (Anyone)

[Krys Robin]

The evenings got cold on the island. Krys had learned this much in her short stint there since the plane crash. This temperature change was all the more evident when the past few days had been spent in a group sifting through the bodies of the deceased, some of which were half burned (and still going) as a result of the crash. Combine that with the stench of rotting flesh and the sun beaming down on you and cold nights were more appreciated than ever. But Krys was an odd one, and she had always enjoyed the evenings.

When she was young and the lights of her family's home went out she'd crawl out her small bedroom window and sit on the roof of the porch looking up at the night sky, dreaming of something better. Perhaps building a rocketship that she could launch herself to the nearest star with. Ah the dreams of a child... Never once did she dream she would be stranded on an island after a plane crash. Then again she had barely dreamed from the ages thirteen on up... And she was twenty now, nearly twenty one. She would be August 5th anyways, but islands didn't come with calendars.

A cool breeze carressed her pale skin and she shifted in the sand that she was sitting in. She dug her bare feet into the cool water and damp stand as the water lapped at her toes. Her dirty converse sneakers were resting right behind her. Discarded for now. She hadn't been able to sleep as well as most everyone else seemed to. At night the voices were louder.. They had been since a day or two after the crash. She hadn't heard them before but now she did, and they were loud. She was worried she was becoming crazy but the voices were so distinctive and she always knew who they belonged to. They allowed her to know things about what people thought. She hated knowing.

It was because of these voices and the scars/bruises on her back that didn't seem to want to heal (though no one would know about those anyways) that she had separated herself from everyone. She would help with group chores once in a while, more than anyone else in fact, but she would keep quiet. Back home she had developed a defense mechanism which involved jokes, a grin, and sarcastic quips, but currently that didn't seem to be an option. So she didn't speak up and luckily no one had seemed to pick her out of the crowd. But she knew them, better than they would have expected.

Her shoulders rose and fell with a sigh as she reached her right hand out as another wave lapped at the shore, cooling her fingers. Krys tilted her head to the side thoughtfully. It seemed that everyone had paired off after it all happened. Some seeking comfort, others friendship, Krys just couldn't bring herself to do it. And it wasn't like anyone would seek her out anyways. No, this was best.

[Anabelle Taylor]

They'd been here a few days now and still no rescue team had arrived. It was beginning to worry here, what if no one knew where they'd crashed, what if it was assumed they were all dead, what if no one cared?! Panic began to rise up in Anabelle as she thought of the possibilities. "Stop it" she told herself outloud, shaking her head a little to clear it. She knew shaking her head wouldn't do any good but it was more a subconscious movement than anything. Letting her head fall against her chest she noticed blue sparks emitting from her hands. She clenched them shut immediately. What was happening to her? Az hadnt spoken to anyone about, in fact she hadnt really spoken to anyone period, she'd kept herself solitary not really feeling up to the talking. It didnt hurt this electrical current that seemed to run through her now but it scared her. Was it like in the movies? Was she some kind of accidental mutant like spiderman? She'd ran through every possibility from the intense speed they'd fallen at to being unknowingly electrocuted upon hitting the ground. But then if that was the case, reason told her everyone else should be experiencing the same, right?

Az let out a long, controlled exhale throwing her back against the warm sand that had been heated by the suns rays earlier. Now, however, it was becoming cooler. Tugging at her long cotton cardigan she wrapped it around her, cradling her arms around herself for added comfort. The sky above was darkening slowly and for once Az now had all the time in the world to just lie and watch it as one by one the stars would appear to shed light through the evening. The stars reminded her of that miniature glimmer of hope, that that you find in even the darkest and most terrifying of places. With a sigh she sat up again scanning her surroundings. The beach was quieter than it was during the day. People had retreated off to more secluded areas but Az liked the beach, it reminded her of home. It was silent and Anabelle welcomed that peace gratefully. It seemed that the evening also brought an atmosphere of hush, people could be heard close by but their voices had now become quieter and whispered in comparison to those bright and energetic during the day.

Still looking around, her attention was drawn to a young girl, likely about her own age, sitting by the shore. Silently Az stood up and barefooted walked over to the other survivor. "Hey" her voice like the others was soft and quieter than usual, "Mind if I join you?" she smiled some at the girl sitting by the shore but keeping her feet out of the water. Water had never scared her before but now that she had these weird bursts of electricity she feared she may electrocute herself, or worse someone else.

[Krys Robin]

Krys aimed her brown eyes out at the waves in the darkness of the night. She could barely see them but she heard them. The soft wishing and washing as they climbed up the sand and wet her toes. The water was cool. It didn't feel salty, but she knew that it was ocean water so it had to be. Pressing her toes rather hard into the sand she made little indents that were quickly erased when another wave came up, covering it.

For a moment all was quiet and Krys was glad for the little bit of relief. She couldn't control when she heard the voices, or whose she could hear, or even how loud they were, so the times of quiet with no interuptions were appreciated full heartedly.

Her fingers ran up and down her legs, that's when she heard a soft voice from behind her. Already she knew it wasn't someone speaking and it was one of those weird voices in her head that she had been experiencing since the plane crash that left her stranded. Krys was an intelligent individual. She could piece two and two together, but that didn't mean that she had to like it.

She had already turned her head to face the young woman when she heard the greeting that was clearly coming from lips. This caused her to stand right away, without even thinking twice. Her brown eyes seemed skeptical. In the darkness she could see the blonde lockes.

Now, Krys was an equal opportunist and all but her sisters were blonde, her mother was blonde, the girls in highschool who picked on the less 'superior' in their eyes, also blonde. It was unfair but it certainly wasn't solely based on stereotype. Even so, she wasn't about to be completely rude. Especially not when the confines of her head were quiet.

"Hey." It was a simple greeting, one out of obligation and it wasn't like she could run anywhere else without looking like a total looney. In catching the expression the blonde was giving the water, Krys was a pretty decent people observer, and without any hint that the voices usually provided she furrowed her brow, looking skeptically to the dark water before looking back to the young female.

"So I'm guessing you didn't enjoy 'Finding Nemo'." Krys couldn't help but make a sarcastic, joking comment based on simple observation. It was who she was and it was a habit she had developed at a young age with her quick wit. It was a defense and it kept people from getting too personal, and occasionally, it kept people laughing.

"Listen, I'm just kidding." Giving a little bit of a smile but no audible laugh she moved her right hand to rub the back of her neck awkwardly. A few strands of brown hair fell from her ponytail and framed her face. "I mean unless you're scared of water or me... Both seem unreasonable." A nervous laugh now graced her features and she suddenly felt even more awkward. "I can go if you want..."

[Anabelle Taylor]

She smiled a little at the girl's 'Finding Nemo' joke but gave no vocal reply. To be honest she didnt quite know how to reply. Not because of her like or dislike for the movie but because it just seemed so irrational that she suddenly felt unsure of the water. In fact, back home she just to love the freedom of swimming in the sea or splashing through the waves with her friends at the height of a party. But now...well, now she was scared.

"Listen, I'm just kidding." sounded the girl's voice after a moments silence. Az realized she'd been busy letting her mind drift of elsewhere and had completely forgotten about the girl's initial remark. Before she could apologize or think of something to excuse her of her momentary rudeness the girl had continued on, once again breaking the silence between them.

"I'm not scared of water" she defended herself but there was a hint in her tone that sounded unsure, "Well, I mean, I guess I kinda am but...." she trailed off with no idea how to explain herself. What could she say? Since we crashed here i've been creating sparks of electricity and i'm scare that if I touch the water i'll electrocute myself. Yes, that didnt sound mad at all. Instead Az replied, "No, dont go. Course i'm not scared of you. Why? Should I be?" she wasnt sure if the girl's uneasiness around her was due to her being shy, though with the girl's humor and wit she found that somewhat unbelievable. But then many of them had lost people in the crash, maybe that was the reason, even if someone hadnt died none of them had had an easy time.

There was another silence for a short time before Anabelle broke in this time, "I'm Anabelle by the way, but my friend's call me Az" they may be here for sometime so she'd decided getting to know people or at least their name was a good idea.

In the brief moment of silence as she waited for the girl to reply, she gazed out at the undetectable horizon. Following the dark waters as the waves made their way towards the two girls, Anabelle stopped as she gazed at her feet. Well there was only one way to find out. Shuffling her toes forwards with such slow and controlled movements she edged them towards the small waves at they invaded the shore line. Taking a deep breath she let her feet slide into the water. Nothing happened. She exhaled with relief. Maybe it was all just in her mind? Maybe none of it had happened after all, or maybe she was in fact just crazy?

[Krys Robin]

The blonde girl sounded pretty defensive, at least going by her tone, so Krys took the opportunity to slide her hands into her jeans pockets pretending not to be judgemental when really, she was.

"Okay. Okay. You're not scared." She gave right in, though the flat tone of her voice told the story that she felt the exact opposite. A slight roll of her eyes hidden by the dark and Krys was now kneeling by her converse sneakers, beginning to shove each one on as she balanced on the opposite leg. But already it seemed the blonde had changed her story and had given in.

Krys felt her brown eyes trail up and her brow furrowed. Kneeling down she now began to lace each of her sneakers, making quick work of the tattered strings. "Okay. So now you're 'kind of scared' and a tad indecisive." A little smile curled at the right end of her mouth. She couldn't help it. She liked to joke, wit was her best friend and all she ever had. She didn't expect this young woman who she barely knew to understand. And at this point, she wasn't going to try and make her.

Krys shook her head, running her right hand through her brown hair with a bit of a sigh before turning around as though to walk away. But the young woman's voice caused her to hault, specifically with her comment, and Krys turned back around to look at her, hands still shoved into her pockets.

Should she be? What kind of answer can I possibly give to *that*? "So you can't even decide if you want to be scared of me or not?" She smiled a bit, a tad amused by this development. "Strike that... You're extremely indecisive." Krys didn't make an audible laugh but her brown eyes gleamed, clearly finding this funny in some way. She had always had an odd sense of humor.

Friends call her Az, huh? "What should I call you then?" She poised rather calmly, for a moment there was only the sound of the water washing up on the sand. Krys wasn't being rude, just matter of fact and oddly calm. She had been in much worse situations than this one. Being strapped to a kitchen chair and being beaten came to mind, as did a plane hurling toward the island they were currently stranded on. No, this was a piece of cake compared to all of that. Perhaps this was an excellent view on the world for one to have, though not to personally experience.

This Az girl didn't seem to listen as she slowly inched her toes toward the water and Krys could only watch with her right brow raised at the peculiar activity. Standing somewhat lopsided, putting most of her weight on her right leg, she watched as the girl allowed the water to slide over her feet and then seemed relieved for some reason. Krys couldn't help but make one of her usual comments.

"What? Glad that you didn't blow up?" It was meant as complete sarcasm and just a joke. Little did she know that it had a tiny bit of relevance. Crossing her arms over her chest she looked to Az with an honest expression. "Listen, we aren't all Michael Phelps. Nothing to be embarassed about."

[Anabelle Taylor]

She watched the brunette as she laced up her shoes. From the girls body language, Anabelle was glad she'd amused someone somehow today. Standing with her feet still planted in the shallow water she watched as the young girl made to walk away then stopped, only to comment back with more sarcasm. She knew some sarcastic people but, oh my god, this girl didnt seem to know of anything else. How could such an innocent move of going to talk to someone in a friendly manner be turned into this. She hadnt intentionally meant to interrupt.

"It was a rhetorical question. I'm not scared of you, the water thing is just a bit complicated right now that's all" she explained having no idea why she was even explaining herself at all. The girl clearly didn't want to be around her. For whatever reason Anabelle could understand and she wasn't going to ask knowing all she'd get would be another sarcastic comment.

"What should I call you then?"

Ah this girl didnt stop. Not knowing this girl, it was unclear to her if she sincerely meant what she was saying or if it was just a strange sense of humor she had. "Whatever. I was just trying to be nice but sorry if that has offended you somehow. Call me Anabelle, Ana, Az, Oi you - that often works as well. Take your pick" she spoke bluntly slightly irritated by the girl's behavior, and moments ago she was worrying herself about being rude.

It had now been quiet for too long. Az was almost waiting for a comment from the girl and as expected it soon came, "What? Glad that you didn't blow up?"
"Something like that" she responded more to herself in an almost a whisper. "I dont aspire to be Michael Phelps...I just don't want to hurt anyone or myself for that matter" whether the girl cared or not, Az spoke the truth about going in the water, not all of it - the brunette would clearly have something negative to say to the whole truth - but enough that explained her underlying fear.

[Krys Robin]

"Right. Complicated." Krys seemed confused as she gave the girl a slow nod and was unable to stop her right brow from raising curiously, studying her. "It's just water.." She said carefully though she knew she was stating the obvious. But it was something that was lost on her, she wasn't exactly raised in the best atmosphere and missed out on certain social ettiquette though her intellectual happenings were quite advanced. "It's the most basic thing there is, really."

Krys frowned as the girl seemed to get annoyed with her. "I'm not offended." Her brow furrowed and she tilted her head. "It was just a question Anabelle." Shrugging her shoulders Krys moved to pull at her sleeves as best she could. There really was no reasoning behind it other than just habit.

"So... You're worried you're gonna get yourself hurt by stepping in the water..." Krys attempted to piece it together, momentarily looking thoughtful. Suddenly a little smile graced her features. "So you never had a kiddie pool as a kid then?" A little tease but hopefully the young woman wouldn't be too offended.

"It's okay." Krys grunted and now reached for her navy blue hoodie, pulling it over her arms before moving her fingers to deal with the zipper. "I hated slip and slides when I was a kid. They hurt my stomach." Looking back up at Anabelle she tucked some strands of brown hair behind her ear. "But I guess everyone has to be scared of something. One gal's kiddie pool is another gal's monster..."

Her brow furrowed again and her nose scrunched up. "Now don't quote me on the saying... But I think that's how it works."

[Anabelle Taylor]

Anabelle looked at Krys realising she was probably a bit harsh with her reply, the girl hadnt really done anything and Ana had only went over with the intention of being friendly, this was leading further from it. "Sorry, I didnt mean to...I'm just a bit" she made a gesture with her hands trying to think of the word that best described how she was feeling. How was she feeling exactly? Confused for one and scared, untrusting, sad and unsure of everything that had happened. How could she sum all that up so easily, "...all over the place I guess" she decided upon to break the silence she'd caused.

"So you never had a kiddie pool as a kid then?"

She found herself smiling some at the girl's statement, "Yeah but it was different back then. Kids are fearless" she laughed some listening to what else the girl had to say. She had a point but Anabelle's fear wasnt so much the water itself but the shock she seemed to get if she sparked up. The noise an electrical appliance makes when water is thrown over it is exactly the way Az had felt earlier when she'd discovered this ability or whatever it was of her's

"You're right. But this place is wrong..." she voiced her opinion looking around. It was true this place worried her, it wasnt only now full of death from their crash but she was pretty certain she'd never had this ability till she'd awoke here, didnt that sort of say something? Plus something was making her feel uneasy and regardless if that was just the aftermath of what had happened on not she always trusted herself, or at least she used to.

"I wasnt scared of water before I came here. I know it's a stupid fear but it's not the water as such that i'm scared of, it's more me standing in it" she explained realising that she was probably making no sense whatsoever to the brunette. Az became frustrated wondering what was causing this and how to explain without being seen as some kind of freak. It wasnt her choice this had happened to her. As she began to get more worked up she could feel a tingle in her fingers. Gazing down she spotted sparks emitting from herself. With a fearful squeal she quickly jumped out of the water.

Az decided her secretive front was making her seem weird and so made the choice to try and explain, after all if the girl freaked Az could zap her to keep her quiet. The blonde smirked some at the thought of it, it amused her, "When we crashed here something...something changed, I was different. I dont want to hurt anyone or myself and I'm scared if I stand in the water I wont be able to stop that happening...I'm going to break if I dont have someone to talk to. So...just, please dont freak outAz almost pleaded as she brought her hands close together, almost like she was holding a small ball. She didn't even need to focus, her worries and overpowered emotions were control enough. When she brough her hands close the sparks already started to fly, creating a cage of electricity in her hands. "That's why I dont go in the water. Imagine throwing a bucket of water over a tv"

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