Driftwood

[Cheveyo]

Greetings all! This is my first time here, so let's make it memorable! The gist of this is essentially a stranded on a desert island sort of thing. Pretty much each of you are survivors of a plane crash and start off somewhere on the island. The island is uninhabited as far as anyone knows, and was named Elysia by the only person to have found it before the plane crash. So the characters are stranded, their clothing in tatters for the most part, and they haven't seen the opposite sex in quite sometime. Should be fun! Here goes:

My character is John Ryan, a journalist returning from Polynesia. He is 23 years old, average height, a lean athletic build, light brown hair, and gray eyes that belie a deepness few can escape from.

The surf crashes around my unconcious form as slowly light eats away at the dark. Head pounding and lips dry and cracked from the salt, I try to remember where I am. I'm on a plane...no, wait...that's not right. I WAS on a plane, but now I'm on a beach somewhere. "Let's see," I think aloud as I sit up, "I was coming back from Polynesia, and there was a storm and..." And with a sudden chill I realize my plane went down. I somehow must've been washed ashore. My head reels- all those people. Lost. Gone. I stand, my legs as shaky as my memories seem. My eyes scan my surroundings. The beach is made of pristine white sand, receeding into a tree line of palms and various tropical softwood. Farther back I can see hills and the snowy peak of a large mountain, probably an old volcanoe. The sight is breathtaking in its entirety, and I bite my pained lips wishing I had a camera. I look down at myself. My shoes are gone, my shirt missing all but the bottom button, and my slacks are now partially shorts and partially capris. Judging from the sun's height in the sky, it's around noon, and the mid-day sun has warmed the sand to the point of scalding unbearity. I opt for walking in the wet sand at the shore line, the waves crashing over my feet. I notice that I'm not in as good as shape as I once was...the hard ripples of my abs have receeded so that you can only see them in good light, but my chest still looks as good as it did when I was a wrestler in high school. I shake my head at these idle thoughts. It's not really as if I'm going to meet some brazen beauty for a long while, is it? Smiling at the momentary shiver the thought of a tanned beach vixen brings, I continue down the beach

 

[sandmartin]

Sandy:

I lay gasping beneath the shade of trees. My ribs ached with a vengeance that at once made me fearful of the fact that I might have serious damage. I was lucky and I knew it. I had almost drowned in the sea and had dragged myself up the beach with my lungs half full of water. In a fit of coughing convulsions my lungs had cleared and I had collapsed where sleep had rescued me.

How long I slept I had no idea but as I woke and rolled onto my back a thought entered my head. Instantly I burst into tears. Today was supposed to be my eighteenth birthday – happy birthday me!

Eventually the self-pity subsided and I sat up, looking out across the beach. I pushed myself up to my feet and wandered out of the shade, at once leaping back as the hot sand burnt my foot. From the cover of the shade I looked up and down the beach, not a single solitary soul was in sight.

I assessed my situation and what I should do. I was the proud owner of one trainer, a small skirt and a rag that was once a respectable blouse. My handbag and all other possessions were now the property of the inhabitants of the sea. In struck me that I had two options available to me, go in search of help and or other survivors, or stay put in the hope that they would find me.

Working on the assumption that we would be missed and that the authorities would be aware that our plane was missing and therefore send out a search and rescue team, I elected to stay put. Besides, with my lungs still recovering from my near drowning experience, I didn’t think I was capable of getting far until I recovered some of my strength.

It was about an hour later when I first heard the sound, it was rhythmic and distant. Straining to listen over the noise of the waves washing up the beach, I realised with a chill that I could hear the beat of drums way off…

 

[EbonyVenus]

Toni

OOC: Toni an ebony skin temptress with wavy jet black hair cut short, big hazel brown eyes, the body of a goddess, she worked out faithful, she was also afraid of flying. She is wearing now dirty khaki shorts and a red rib hugging shirt that said “ Lick you Later” , and bear foot

God I hurt all over. Was my first thought as I came partially awake? I must have worked out hard last night for my entire body to hurt like this. Then I remembered the plane crush. My coffee brown eyes flew open, as I looked around and saw nothing but sand and water. Where was I? I tired to sit up and felt pain shot through my right ankle. It was swollen two times it normal size. I didn’t dare move it so I sat there looking around, trying to remember what happen. It slowly came back to me I was on the plane coming back from Polynesia, and there was a storm and everyone was screaming and Jeff was beside me…

Jeff! Where was Jeff? I felt tears enter my eyes and I franticly looked around for my best friend in the entire world. But I saw no one, I was all alone. As tears of pain and sorrow entered my dark brown eyes I closed them to tired to think right now. I would sleep and when I woke Jeff and I would laugh about this. Yes this had to be a dream

 

[alfienoakes]

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[Original_Cyn2]

Cyndy

The aching heat of the sun on her back…something course and damp, salty against her lips, the damp grit of sand against her cheek, salt slicking her eyelashes closed as they flutter, awareness dragging her back to consciousness.

What…where…slowly, like a nightmare made reality; bits and pieces of shattered moments blur her mind. She pulls the strand of seaweed away from her face, struggling to focus. The plane…the quiet, shocked voices of the airline personnel asking everyone to remain calm…the screaming terror of the other passengers around her while she stays glued to her seat in shock…the mass exodus from their seats and her guilty relief at being one row from the nearest exit…the unmitigated terror of abandoning herself out the door, no parachute, a dark expanse of unyielding ocean beneath her, the seat cushion, a flotation device tangled about her arms….

Sitting up in the glare of the sunshine, brushing long salt encrusted tresses back away from her face, she does a damage assessment. No broken bones. Achingly painful bruises from the straps of the flotation unit adorn her shoulders, more livid beneath her arms, but all in all livable.

Looking about her, the wide sweep of brilliant white sand, an endless malevolent ocean before her, and the dark, gloomy interior of what she assumes is an island…uninhabited given her perspective and their geographical location…she shivers. Where IS everyone?? Glancing down at the tattered and torn remnants of her clothing, she realizes this along with food, will become a priority. The soft swell of her full breasts are barely covered by the scraps of her blouse and the thin black silk of her skirt is nothing more than tatters over the lithe curves of her thighs and hips. With her fair coloring, sunburn will be a problem….

 

[Cheveyo]

"Thunder?" I asked aloud, to obviously no one in particular. No...the crashes were far to rythmic to be the doing of Mother Nature. They seemed to call, to beckon, grasping at the cat-like curiosity that had led me to be a journalist. I maintained my present course down the beach, my old observation skills hard earned in a story in Bosnia taking in my surroundings. My eyes picked up an object down the beach. My heart leapt into my throat as I suddenly realised it was a person. Disregarding the menacing (yet strangely compelling drums), I called out, "Hey! Hey you!" I sprinted down the beach, my legs aching through bruises and sudden exertion. Lungs pumping, I left footprints that were instantly devoured by the surf. I slowed as I came upon the person. It was a young girl; she couldn't be any older than 18. Her blouse was missing enough to reveal a painfull looking bruise on her side. Probably a cracked rib my mind idly told me as I bent down beside her. "Are you okay?" I asked, and then a wave of other questions spilled out of my mouth, including, "Have you seen any others? Where's the wreckage? Who are you?" Realising my sudden rash of yellow on my belly wasn't helping this poor girl, I slowed down and said, "My name is John Ryan. Who are you?"

 

[Cheveyo]

OOC:

Just a heads up- I'm going to be away for a few days starting Thursday, so I'll have a suprise that'll enhance the story and give my character an excuse for innactiveness.

 

[sandmartin]

Sandy:

Eventually boredom got the better of me. I was both hungry and thirsty, which drove me down onto the beach in search of other survivors. I couldn’t believe for one moment that I was the sole survivor of the plane crash – just thinking about it made my eyes fill with tears. All those people! It was terrible, didn’t bear thinking about.

I set off, the hollow sounding drums setting up a beat that I inadvertently tried to keep pace with. Within about thirty minutes I was struggling, my lungs screaming at me to stop and rest up, yet I was intent on finding someone, anyone, just so long as I wasn’t alone. Maybe an hour had past since I set off, but I was on my knees, clutching my aching sides and gasping for breath. The effort was too much, I couldn’t go on and so I flopped down. I didn’t even have the strength to make the effort to reach the tree’s and the shade they would afford me.

"Are you okay?
A noise, the sound of someone talking – my eyes flashed open and I was staring at someone’s feet.
Have you seen any others? Where's the wreckage? Who are you?"

I pushed myself up so I was sitting, facing the outline of a young man. Subconsciously I pulled the ragged remains of my blouse about me.
"My name is John Ryan. Who are you?"
“Sandy…” My tongue felt like an old dry piece of leather in my mouth, and my head was pounding from lying in the heat so long. “Sandy Jarvis. Are you alone, are there other’s?”

 

[EbonyVenus]

Toni

It was later when I woke again. The sun was setting over the beach and it was a beautiful sight to see, but I couldn’t stop the tears that filled my eyes. Where was I, Where was Jeff? Please don’t let me be all alone on this god forsaken Island. I wanted to go back to sleep again, so that I could forget. So that I could see Jeff again smiling at me, teasing me about being afraid to fly. I mentally shook myself, as tears again come to my coffee brown eyes.

Stop all your fucking crying Toni, your alive aren’t you? You could be dead, or shark food. For all you know this Island could be a resort, and Jeff could be sitting back drinking a margarita waiting on you. But you wont know unless you get off your fat ass and go find out and stop you’re freaking crying!’ I mental told myself

Slowly I push myself to my feet and staggered forgetting about the swelling in my ankle. “Shiiit!” I moaned loudly, but I didn’t allow the pain to stop me. I was going to find Jeff and when I did, I was going to kick his ass for ever talking me into flying, and when I got off this Island I would never fly again. Hell, if worse came to worse, I would find a fucking volleyball and name it Jeff, not Wilson, like Tom Hanks had done! That made me smile as I limped my way down the beach slowly. I was determined to enjoy my second chance at life. It was good to be alive!

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Cyndy

First things first…climbing gingerly to her feet, emerald gaze wandering broodingly down the expanse of empty beach in either direction, her eyes avoiding the dark waters altogether, as if ignoring them will keep the horror at bay. She trembles, a stray tear streaking her dirty face.

“Today is a test. A test of endurance, and of patience, a reflection of my abilities to persevere.” The gentle cadence of the familiar words - a mental exercise a mentor had taught her curb the less pleasing aspects of her nature, to focus her abilities and promote growth, overcome inhibitions and obstacles – allows her to lock the emotions in a mental box, to be dealt with later. Wryly she recognizes the fleeting, but undeniable, flash of arousal thinking of Him produces. She wonders what He would think, knowing his lessons carried on, even in the most dire of circumstances.

Coconut trees line the beach before the darker, denser jungle foliage takes over. Food and water…in one shake of a tree…if she can find a way to open them, of course…and if she remembers correctly the thin waxy membrane on the inside of the fruit works well as a sunblock. Impatient with her musings , taking in the pink, irritated skin on her arms and legs, feeling the warm burn on her back, she turns her back to the ominous expanse of water, trudging through the fine white sand that glares up at her with the suns brilliant intensity.

Shaking down more easily than imagined, the coconuts scatter, nearly braining her in the process. Crawling through the dense foliage to retrieve them she’d stumbled, literally, across a game trail. Wild pigs, from the size and shape of the tracks…with the nuts in her arms, she follows the tracks, hoping they’ll lead to water.

“I am not a pig, I’m a peccary.” The phrase buzzes annoyingly about her mind, a talisman from her sojourns to Tucson and javelina country.

“Just what exactly is the difference between a pig and a peccary, anyway?” Her words die away as she stumbles in surprise, far into her rambling thoughts. The path, leading her deeper and deeper in to the island, then turning right, spills her back on to the beach.

Her heart stutters a moment, her awkward, graceless lurch into the sand putting her directly in the path of a stunningly beautiful young woman, her sable skin glowing beneath the bright red of her ragged shirt. “Lick You Later” is it’s slogan.

Falling to her knees, the soft peal of helpless laughter echoing around us Cyndy watches her startled eyes widen then grow wary.

~ Perfect, not only does she find me talking to myself but I sink to hysterics at her feet…poor thing, she’s going to think I’m crazy.~

 

[EbonyVenus]

Toni

Toni had been walking, well not walking but stumbling, for what seem like hours, with no signs of life. Her ankle was killing her but she refused to stop until she found someone, even if that took all evening. Then she saw a woman stumble directly into her path. Toni thought at first she was seeing things, the woman was gorgeous, her skin was tanned after being kissed by the sun, and her full breast were barely concealed by the shredded thin blouse. She couldn’t be real Toni thought to herself, watching the girl. When the girl begin talking to herself Toni became a little afraid; then all of a sudden the girl fell to her knees in front of Toni. Toni stood perfectly still looking down at the attractive young woman laid laughing hysterically at her feet. The tattered blouse and the torn thin black silk skirt told Toni she was another survivor of the plane crash.

Just great, not only am I stuck on this freaking Island, but I am stuck with a woman who not only talks to herself, but who thinks she is a peccary not a pig. What the hell is a peccary anyway? Toni wondered as she cautiously looked down at the beautiful young woman wondering who she was and where there other. But first she had to see if she could help her.

“Are you ok?” Toni voice was like warm silk as she spoke softly to the young woman. Toni was afraid to move any closer. Her coffee brown eyes filled with weariness and a little fear.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Cyndy

Lifting one graceful hand to her mouth, feeling the course brush of sand between her palm and the soft, slightly sunburned skin of her cheek, Cyn tries desperately to pull herself together.

“Are you ok?” The gentle, wary tones of the woman in front of her did what nothing else could have, sobering her up, curtailing the hysterics that were inevitable, she supposed.

“Yes, fine.” In her head she muses at the irony in those words. How fine is fine when one has plummeted out of the sky, washed up on a beach like driftwood and struggled through the jungle, in one day. Well…alive, and alive is pretty fine, now that you mention it.

Again, pulling herself from the jumble of incoherent thoughts that seem to well, like a spring, in her mind she eyes the woman in front of her more closely. Taking in the ankle, swollen and an angry, mutinous blue/black her expression turns to admiration.

“Are you alright? Nasty ankle, there! Maybe you should sit? Have you found anyone else?” The absurdity of the last statement registers briefly, obviously if she had she wouldn’t be standing here alone…well…except for one crazy woman, of course.

Behind the woman the setting sun is exquisite in its pristine glory, just kissing the horizon, a double assault on the senses, its reflection in the serenity of the water a mockery of the days events. Goosebumps play across her shoulders a subtle reminder that with evening comes all sorts of new concerns.

“Please…what is your name?”

 

[EbonyVenus]

Toni

Toni breath a little easier seeing the girl wasn’t crazy, just a little thrown off from the plane crash. She even managed to smile a little as she looked down at her swollen ankle.

She tried to answer all of the girl questions.
“I guess I am ok, but my ankle may tell you another story,” Toni said as she moved to sit down taking some of the weight off her aching ankle. She felt like crying as the pain shot through her ankle, but she gave the girl a brave smile and said,

“My name is Antoinette Green, but my friends call me Toni, and you’re the first person I have seen since the….”

Toni didn’t finish her sentence. She couldn’t bring herself to talk about the plane crash, it made it seem too real, and she still wanted to believe that she would find Jeff on the other side of the Island waiting for her with a friendly smile.

“I am sure there must be other, we just have to find them.”

Toni said with much more bravo than she felt. She felt like crying
again. What is they found no one else? What if they died on this god forsake Island? Toni dark eyes again filled with the tears that she refused to shed. Again Toni mentally pulled herself together as she thought…

‘Damn Toni you found this girl didn’t? There have to me more saviors. Hell, look at this as an extended vacations. Maybe you will meet a big strong handsome man, and you can do all those freaky things you had only dream off. If worse comes to worse you will have another best selling book out of the experience.’

Toni smile to herself as she looked on the bright side of things. She again looked at the girl with a new determination in her bright coco colored eyes
“So what’s your name and what are we going to eat? I am staving” Toni said with a grin that lit up her golden face.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Cyndy

Placing a gentle hand on the girls arm, she helps her balance as she lowers herself into the sand. The liquid shimmer of tears in her expressive eyes threatening Cyn's own shaky control.

Antoinette, a regal name for a majestic woman; where there were two survivors there was a good chance there’d be others. Patting the woman’s hand in commiseration and empathy, her eyes scan the beach, noting the tidal pools full of thick streamers of fresh seaweed.

“My name is Cyndy, Tony. Cyndy Morgan.” Her tone, soothing, gentling seems to put the young woman at her ease while she bends down, heaping sand into a small mound, gesturing Tony to keep her foot up, elevated, hiding her anxiety over the darkening bruising and continuing swelling apparent in the foot. “I’ll be right back.”

Striding down to the waters edge she gathers clumps of the wet, cool weeds, feeling their dull scratch against the tender flesh of her midriff, hauling them back and packing Tony’s ankle tightly. “It might help the swelling, “ a sympathetic smile as she heads back for the beach.

An abundance of sun bleached flaky seaweed and drifts of tinder dry driftwood, an array of simple treasures, adorn the beach. She gathers what she can, dragging it back to what will have to do as their campsite for the night. Her eyes wander to the iridescent skyline in concern, gauging the last of the suns rays and hoping against hope.

Fumbling with the golden band on her wrist, she eases the glass plate off of her watch, her mind wandering to that idiotic movie…what was it…Castaway…where the man lacerated the hell out of his hands unnecessarily. Crossing her fingers she catches the dying rays of the sun through the glass, focusing the tiny brilliant spot on a clump of seaweed. The subtle wisp of smoke makes her breath catch, for a moment, in her throat her heart pounding with the sheer need that this work. Blowing lightly, she watches the flame, a soft greedy tongue on the brittle substance, becoming stronger, licking hungrily up at the bone-dry wood. A sigh of relief…one less thing to worry about.

Trudging back one more time over the rapidly cooling sands she finds the small pile of rocks the same way she had the first time…by tripping over them. Soft, emphatic curses spill from full lips as she hauls them back to the fire. With a soft, wry grin, she dumps them next to the coconuts, glancing over a Toni with a shrug.

“Not much, but they should ease our hunger pangs for the night. Tomorrow we can gather more. We should keep an eye out, too, for any wreckage…” her voice quavers on the words, “While we search for other survivors, you know?”

 

[EbonyVenus]

Toni

Toni cuddled closer to the fire resting her smooth cheek on her cupped hands. The air seemed to grow colder as the night moved in. She looked across the fire at the sleeping girl. Toni smiled to herself; the girl was a go getter. She had taken care of Toni’s ankle then went about making them a place to camp for the night. Toni looked down at her ankle and wiggled it. It seemed to be doing a lot better, tomorrow she would put it in the cool water and find a stick she could lean on to help her take some weight off, when they went looking for more survivors. Tears of despair flooded Toni’s eyes as she thought about the plane crash.

What anyone looking for them? Surely someone knew the plane went down and was searching for survivors. She had to think positive. They would find other people tomorrow. They had to. Toni smiled through her tears, as she watched Cyndy. She wasn’t a bad person to be on a deserted Island with.

Cyndy shivered in her sleep muttering a soft whimper. The night air was cooler off the ocean. Toni to frown. Tomorrow they would find something more for her to wear. Toni felt a special bond with this strange girl who spoke to herself. She had taken care of Toni when Toni felt like breaking into a million piece. Toni would take care of her as well. Toni eased across the space that separated then and pressed her warm golden brown body against the girls back, offering Cyndy her own body heat while blocking the wind off the ocean. Tomorrow they would find some cloths or something for her Toni feel asleep with Cyndy warm body spoon against her. Her thoughts of another warm body who had also taken care of her when she needed it… Jeff..

 

[Original_Cyn2]

She awakens, as she always does, in tune to the world around her, from dreams to dead reckoning in seconds. She’d slept deeply, sensing Toni’s presence before the soft heat of the girl had pressed against her, falling back into slumber with a sense of serenity.

Regretfully, she pulls herself away from the languid warmth of the sleeping girl knowing her own circadian rhythms well, knowing that this time of the morning is her sensual peak, relieved to have woken first, avoiding any embarrassment between them. She smiles down at Toni’s exquisite features, barely visible in the dark, feeling the soft ache of desire sparked by her dreams and the proximity of the golden skinned beauty.

Her internal clock, chiming in its early morning greeting, is a pleasant reminder that this IS her favorite time of the day, the pure black of the horizon just beginning to lighten to an indigo hue. Taking the time to tend the fire, thankful for the embers still glowing deep in its center she wanders off a little way, dropping to a comfortable sitting position on the beach, awaiting the sunrise.

Slowing her breath, pushing her consciousness outwards to greet nature’s immensity, she uses the clam reinforcement of yoga to bolster her psyche against the coming day. As her pulse slows, in harmony with the quiet shush of the oceans waves she watches the colors change, lightening, gleaming like jewels before her.

“Today is a challenge and mine to conquer,” her mentors quiet influence brings serenity and encouragement, her lips curving into a soft smile of thankfulness, grateful yet again for his presence in her life.

With a soft sigh of determination she judges the light, brightening around her pulls herself to her feet. Glancing back at her companion, she pads across the sand, pausing at the waterline to retrieve more of the cold, ropy seaweed before heading back toward the fire. With gentle hands she shifts Toni’s ankle, removing the dried flaky shreds from last nights application, relieved beyond words to see the swelling subsiding and even a change in the dark purple coloring, a little less intense this morning.

With a quiet smile at the waking woman, she packs the ankle with fresh seaweed before crossing to the coconut shells she’d placed carefully aside, saving the milk of one of them from the night before.

“Sunscreen,” she mentions idly, noting the other girls curious glance, rubbing a bit of the gooey substance she’d scraped from the inner lining of the shell and mixed with the milk over her fair skin. “Even with your beautiful coloring I’d recommend it…

“We don’t have much for breakfast, although I’m sure we can find what we need, back there,” waving in the direction of the heavily wooded interior. “How’s that ankle feeling this morning? It looks much better. If you’re able, what direction do you think we should head?”

 

[Peewee12]

Ed Molitor

I woke up feelign very hot, the warm sun was above me and I could feel the sand below me. As I came too I felt a sharp pain in my head and noticed some blood, the last thing I could remember was wakign up in my hotel room and gettign ready to go to the airport. Lookign around I noticed the sand, palm trees and what I assumed was the vast pacific ocean going as far as the eye could see. I finally got on my feet but I had no idea what direction to head so I decided to stay on the beach and walk along the shore hoping to find somebody that could help me remember what happened.

I walked for what seemed like hours before I came to a small bay. I noticed there was a waterfall at the end of the bay so I decided to go check it out. I was climbing up the rocky sides when my hand slipped and I fell in the water. I quickly got to the surface and swam to the other side, Climbing onto a rock I just sat there staring at the water, trying hard to remember anything at all abotu how I got there

 

[EbonyVenus]

Toni

She moaned feeling the warmth of the body leave, but she refused to awaken from the wonderful dream of Jeff kissing her slowly down her golden body. Her dark nipples turned to hard little pebbles under the thin shirt. She whimpered in her sleep as she pushed Jeff lowered wanting him between her dark thighs. They always played this game, they had been friends for yet but never hand any sexual dealing. They both thought it would ruin a perfect friendship, but that didn’t stop Toni from dreaming of it. In her dream Jeff was smiling down at her telling her he wanted her, he look so sad, tears instantly sprang to Toni hazel eyes.

Then she felt the coolness on her ankle that jerk her out of her dream state and brought her back to the harsh reality. Cyndy was applying another cold compress to her ankle, There was no Jeff, and that thought left her aching inside. Toni blinked rapidly pulling herself together. She would deal with these feeling later now she had to think of survival.

She curiously watched Cyndy rub coconut milk on her smooth tanned skin. Was the girl again experiencing a break down?

“Sunscreen,” she mentions idly and Toni smiled and agreed to apply some to her own dark flesh. She tested her ankle and found it much better today.

“ We need to find some more for each of use to wear, Why don’t we go the opposite way I came from, I didn’t see anything back that way. But first I need to take care of some ahh.. personal needs” Toni blushed under her coco brown skin as she limp off preparing herself for today’s adventure.

 

[Hybrid4life]

Name: Travis Austin
Description: Young man blonde hair blue eyes 6'5 185 pounds with muscular build. He has somewhat of a tan.

Austin found himself laying under a cliff. The waves were crashing over his legs and he felt like he had just been hit by a 20 ton truck. His right eye was swollen shut and his nose was in very much pain. He tried to sit up feel back down again. He tried calling for help but nothing would come out.

 

[msboy8]

Jeff Kincaid

OOC: Jeff is 6'1", 210 lbs, 42 yo, Brown hair, to shoulders, with streaks of gray, blue eyes.

IC: Clad only in tattered boxers, Jeff had most of his clothes burnt off of him when the plane crashed. His arms, legs and back are still tender. His hair is now very short in the back, due to being burnt. His ears are red and very tender.

He woke from unconciousness in a tidal pool. He called out, but heard no response. He decided to head South, following the coast. He limped slowly along, wishing for some burn ointment.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Cyn

Watching Toni walk to the treeline, Cyn smiles with relief, noticing the easier grace in the woman’s walk today. She’d put loose sand in one of the coconut shells, puncturing a couple of small holes in the top and bottom halves with a sharp rock and nestling some of the larger embers from their fire deep within. She didn’t have much hope that they’d last all day but it was worth a try. Humming a quiet tune as she kicks sand over the coals of their fire she waits patiently for Toni to finish her business and they begin to walk down the long stretch of beach, plodding in the opposite direction of the way Toni had originally walked.

It must have been close to noon when they finally walked into the small bay, yipping and chortling with glee at the site of the waterfall at the end of it, hoping against hope for fresh water. Even with the sore ankle, Toni had beaten her to it, leaning down, cupping both hands and bringing the sparkling liquid to her lips. Cyn had followed suit, watching Toni’s expression before sipping the cool, fresh liquid in slow draughts, savoring it like the finest wine. She could feel her body soak in the icy sweet water like a sponge, dehydrated from the night and the day of walking and slowed down her intake to prevent cramps, relishing its feel on her tongue.

Her eyes caught the reflection in the water, her hand flying to Toni’s arm, still not quite believing her eyes. She felt Toni’s glance searching the surface of the pool for whatever had created the tension, but at her angle could see nothing.

“Hello,” Cyn’s voice, soft, beckoning calls to the figure perched on the rock. He looks dazed, confused and the bump on his head, the trickle of dried blood still clinging to his hair and skin, looks painful. “Are you alright?”

 

[EbonyVenus]

Toni

It seemed as if they had been walking forever. Toni’s ankle throbbed badly but she refused to stop, they had to find someone. If they didn’t find someone soon they would have to stop and make camp again. Hopefully the ember would was still warm. And that’s when they saw the waterfalls. It was beautiful, something right off of fantasy Island. With a yelling scream Toni limped as fast as she could and fell to her knees drinking the cool fresh water. The water dribbled down her chin and her neck and in between her full breast. It tasted heavenly. She never thought water could taste so good. In there haste to drink the water it left them both wet but they didn’t seem to mind. The water felt good on their warm flesh.

A wicked gleam enter Toni dark eyes as she scooped up a hand full of water and started to throw it on Cyndy, but when Cyndy hand flashed out and gripped her arm tight all thoughts of water play fled. At first Toni thought the water might have made her sick, but Cyndy’s emerald eyes were intent on the water. Slowly Toni searched the water wondering what had caused her new friend to become so serious.

Then she saw him, a man lying upon the rocks, from her angle she really couldn’t see his face. Her heart skipped a bet, could it be Jeff?? Her tongue seemed to become tied in her mouth, she was unable to utter a word as she wait, but Cyndy seem to read her mind and utter her words

“Are you alright?”

 

[Peewee12]

I was lost in my thoughts until the sound of splashing woke me up. I quickly looked over and discovered 2 of the most amazing looking woman i have ever see. I was wondering if the sun was gettign to me when one of the them asked me if I was alright. I quickly got to me feet an yelled back that I was glad to see them. I dove into the water and swam up to them, as I got closer to them I could see there beauty was even greater then I first saw. I could feel my cock begin to get hard and I could only think about how all my fantasies could come true, with these two gorgeous creatures and this beautiful bay.

As I got close to them I introduced myself to them and told them about how I had no memory of how I got here. They told me about the terrible plane crash, which I was kinda glad I didn't remember. As I was listening to them speak I found myself just staring at Cyndy's breasts... when I realised what I was doign I looked up into her eyes and hoped she had not noticed...

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Cyn

The young man stood up, waving and yelling before plunging into the clear water of the pool. With the minimal amounts of clothing that appeared to be a common thread amongst them it was hard to miss the arousal apparent beneath the tattered remains of his shorts and Cyndy tried to hide the smile on her face. She can only imagine the picture she and Toni must make, their differences only complimenting their combined beauty. As he swam toward them, pausing in front of them, his direct, immediate focus on her breasts, scantily covered was enough to bring her sense of humor to the fore.

Squeezing Toni’s hand, raising her eyes helplessly, mirth shining from their depths she feels the laughter tremble through her, her look pleading with Toni to take over as she turns her back on the young man and walks away, struggling for control. She wonders if this is the way she’ll greet everyone, if there are any more survivors. The thought cools her humor without completely dissipating it and she wandered down the bank of the small creek leading away from the pool to the oceans edge.

Reaching the tidal pool where fresh water met salt, she recognized the shapes beneath the surface for what they were, Brachyuran crabs, and thousands of them. With an odd dichotomy she felt her emotions fly in two directions, the extent of their contrast nearly surreal. Pleasure and a sense of relief; food has been found. Panic and a sense of heart dropping fear, with the wild life this prevalent one can only believe this area uninhabited.

Her eyes drop to the bank across the river, hoping to locate a long stick, something that would bring the crabs in closer to the shore, unwilling to step amongst them with her bare feet. The flash of color, yellow, in the waves beneath the overhang to her left caught her attention, confused by its presence for a moment. Recognition set in with a chill, the yellow t-shirt outlining a tan, masculine chest…

“Toni! Help!” she scrambled across the shallow creek, oblivious to the crabs scrabbling out of her way, hesitating six or seven feet from the young man, her breath held in fear of what she might find.

 

[EbonyVenus]

Toni

Toni’s heart sank like a boulder in a deep pound. It was not Jeff, but she pushed her feelings of sad disappoint away to explore later. The man was evidently happy to see them; his yips of joy could be heard all around them as it echoed off the rocks, bringing a smile to both their faces. When he pulled himself out of the water his arousal was hard to not notice, and the way he openly ogled Toni’s well developed breast like a starving man looked at steak, caused Toni to rolled her dark eyes thinking.

Oh great, here we are stranded on an Island with no food, no way to communicate with civilizations, don’t know what kind of wild animals live here, and all he can think about was sex, so male typical.

When Cyndy squeezed her arm Toni realized they both were thinking the same thing. The look of helpless laughter in Cyndy eyes only made Toni want to laugh more. Toni coughed trying desperately to hide the bubbling laughter the forced it way from her throat, as she watched Cyndy turn away to hide her laughter leaving it to her to deal with Mr. Hard Cock.

“I am Antoinette Green, and my friend there is Cyndy Morgan, you must have been on the Plane…” He introduced himself as Ed Molitor, Toni went on explaining about the plane crash when she realized that he had lost his memory. She was just telling him about them searching for other survivors when she heard Cyndy’s startled cry.

Toni didn’t stop to think, she just took off running as fast as her ankle would allow her to, thinking Cyndy must be hurt or in danger. Her heart was pounding anxiously in her chest. When she reached the tidal poor she saw Cyndy dashing across what looked to be a shallow creek, oblivious to the crabs madly snapping at her long legs.

Then she saw the body of the man, he was definitely not moving. Who was he? Was he dead? All manner of thought raced through her mind as she watched Cyndy, she didn’t even hear Ed move up behind her.