Emerald Cove [lost based]

[Masume]

Emerald Cove

This is going to be based around the TV show “Lost” with completely different characters and the players will be the ones to determine the turmoil of the characters. Of course this being Literotica this will be sexually charged but I would like to have a story develop from this as well.

Jayda Young
Hair: Jet black
Eyes: Hazel-Green
Skin Tone: Dark Brown

Description: Jayda is an extrovert young woman with a dark past. Details on her are very sketchy and brief and that’s just the way she intends to keep it. She’s devoted most of her life to being a bounty hunter. Dangerous work for a rather bizarre woman. She’s openly bisexual, but tends to stick closer to women than men. She’s yet to find a male capable of sexually pleasing her properly.

DAY 14

Two weeks, fifteen hours and twenty-two minutes. That was approximately how long Jayda and about a two dozen others had been trapped on the island. They were somewhere in the Caribbean that was all she knew, the plan crashed and long story short their lives had been turned upside down ever since.

At first, many just joked their way through the misery. Everyone figured someone would have found them before nightfall on the first night but when morning came panic took it’s toll and when a few more days dragged by and people died of starvation and dehydration misery and insanity got the better of everyone.

Long legs carried the dark hair beauty. Her hair blew restlessly around her oval face and stuck to the cheap lip-gloss she had found. It was better than having lips that felt like sandpaper. She carried a broken first aid kit and dropped it down onto the warm sand. Falling to her knees she quickly unraveled the elastic bandage around her arm, covering up the wound

There was a doctor on the island, she had no idea where he was and calling for help when there were others who were critically injured made her feel selfish. Therefore, she kept quiet. But the pain shooting through her right arm was becoming excruciating. Still she kept her mouth shut.

She was in dire need of suntan lotion. She didn’t sunbath or do sun tanning booths. Bad for your skin and bad for your health. Being dark skinned it was all quite meaningless. She wrinkled her nose at a few women, tanning themselves further down on the beach.

Honestly, they were trapped on an island and they were actually sunbathing. Ridiculous.

The pain in her arm became more prominent. Perhaps she would give the old Doc’ a visit.

A few giggling couples ran off through the trees. There was a place, subtly named Bang Rock. Based upon the fact that dozens went there to get their minds off their current situation with a good fuck. And sometimes not so good. It was wise to choose your partner carefully.

Jayda shielded her eyes with her hand, blocking the sun from her eyes. Bang Rock sounded intriguing especially since it had been months since she’s had any. MONTHS! That never happened before. With the option on the island, she wasn’t so sure things would change. Either there were useless boys fumbling to find a bra strap or over the hill men looking for a cheap thrill. There were the shining few that Jayda had yet to work her magic upon. Until she felt in better spirits, her sex lust would have to wait.

 

[Masume]

OOC: Please no on-liners roleplays! Put a little effort into your writing. Trust me the pay off is well worth it. So DETAILED roleplayers ONLY! Thank you!

 

[GuyValentine]

Liam O'Reily
Height: 6, 5"
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Wavy Brown
Build: Athletic/Muscular

Description:
To the casual observer Liam seemed like the average man. Tall, Handsome, and easy smile and a quick wit. With a job as an insurance salesman in Ireland. To the outside world it seemed he had everything. What they didn't see was what happened when night fell, Liam worked as a hitman for the IRA.


DAY 14
Liam wiped the sweat from his eyes as he worked tirelessly in the blazing sun. His body had become golden due to all the days spent in the blistering sun, and blisters formed on his hands from all the hard work. It had been a long and trying 2 weeks, and Liam was beginning to give up hope of ever being found. Maybe it's better that way. he thought. It gave him the escape he'd craved from the life he hadn't chosen, the life he'd been born into.

Liam shook the thoughts from his head and stepped back, looking at his handy work. He'd managed to lash together some tree's and palm fronds to create a makeshift shack on the beach. It wasn't much, but he could call it his own.

Liam wiped the sweat from his brow again and felt a sunburn beginning to form on his bare shoulders. Liam had forasken shirts for the most part, they usually just got in the way. He reached down and picked up the canteen he'd managed to procure from the crash and took a swig. He scanned the beach looking at the many people. Some were adjusting better than others. Most had made peace with the fact that this island was probably going to be their new home, but some still tried frantically to make signal fires or signs large enough to be read from the sky.

Liam's gaze fell on the dark haired beauty further down the golden sand beach. He didn't know much about her, she didn't speak alot. He knew her name was Jayda and that she didn't like alot of questions about her past. Liam could understand and respect that. He knew what it was like to have to hide a secret life.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Marnie Jackson
Adminstrative Assistant
38 yo
Brown hair, green eyes

Marnie had been on a business trip with her boss when the plane crashed. Although they had both tried to use their cell phones to contact the office. John Hudson, her boss, had managed to get a dial tone on his satellite phone but before he could dial the number of the office, the plane had crashed and John had been killed. Unfortunately, in the panicking that ensued, his phone had somehow gotten wet and not only could Marnie get a signal but the gps wasn't working either. She put it into her day pack along with her useless regular cell phone and hoped once it dried out it would work but they had been on this island for fourteen days and she had checked it every day to no avail.

Standing out near some rocks, she looked back at the group of people with whom she was stranded and quite possibly stranded forever. No one seemed to have a clue where they were and the best guess was "Some tiny island in the middle of nowhere". The plane had circled around the storm going way off its course and not only did the survivors have no idea where they were but neither did anyone that could be in the position of being a rescuer.

The first couple of days had been hard, the hope of being rescued had been strong. She had helped others make a large SOS out of black lava rocks, placing the black rocks against the white sand. But as each hour passed, the morale grew dimmer until the partying that had been a celebration of life and a wake for the dead had petered out. Now after all these days, they had lost more of their group to starvation or wounds from the crash.

Marnie had managed to hang on to her bag as she had struggled to swim from the plane to the shore. She was determined that she would not drop it. It held the two useless phones, her glasses which were her connection to the seeing world, her contacts which she hadn't worn since she took them out after the crash because the pain of the salt water and the amount of blowing sand made them impossible to wear, a small sewing kit, her day planner also useless on the island, two tubes of lip gloss, she never traveled with less than two, a partially written letter to her mother that she had planned to finish when they landed at the airport, a hair brush, two bobby pins, a small jar of deodorant cream, a small vial of insect repellent and a deck of cards. These were her traveling staples that she always maintained kept her sanity as she accompanied her boss on his international trips.

The insect repellent was half gone, the amount of bugs that bit that lived on this island was astronomical and while Marnie had used some, she was trying to be economical since there was obviously not going to be any way of replacing it for an indefinite period of time. She mostly used it on her face, not for vanity, but to keep the bugs from her eyes, mouth and nose. She had had a couple of the darn critters crawl across her face when she was sleeping and the sensation had startled her awake. Unfortunately, she was dozing on the low branch of a tree at the time and had ended up in the sand trying to figure out how she had gotten there. Now, she could half laugh about it but at the time she had been embarrassed and thrown offguard. She didn't have enough for her arms and back and they were covered in bites which she tried not to scratch for fear of getting an infection but still they were red and raw looking.

Marnie turned her back on the group of people sunbathing. There seemed to be the typical dynamics of any group, a few that did the majority of work and the majority that did little or no work. She shook her head. While she was willing to do her part, even more than her share, it irritated her that the work was being taken advantage of by others. 'Well," she thought, "I can gripe and fuss about it or I can get back to my current task."

Her work ethic, taught to her by her father when she was twelve and started her first babysitting job, was simple. Her dad had called them his six keys to success: Do what needs to be done as efficiently as possible. Give a hundred percent to your task. Don't stress over the issues you can't control. Give total attention to those you can control. Never give in or up. Never let them see you lose your cool.

So far Marnie was holding up her end of the mantra, but sometimes it was hard not to stress or want to give in to her growing feeling that they might be on the island forever. She hadn't said anything to anyone and she wouldn't mention her gut feeling, but that feeling was growing stronger by the minute.

Taking a deep breath, Marnie leaned over the rock again. "Come on you suckers bite before this bug drowns." In the clear blue water around the Marnie's rock was a small school of some small fish, minnows or something edible she hoped. Unfortunately, these were the smartest fish she had ever seen since she had been trying, at various times of the past three days, to entice some of them onto the bent bobbypin she had tied to the end of a long piece of thread. Using bugs for bait, she, shuddering every time, impaled the bug onto the pin and tossed it into the water hoping that, as it wiggled trying to survive, a fish would think it looked good enough to eat. "Maybe these fish aren't smart, maybe they are so stupid they don't know they are supposed to bite the bug and get stuck on the pin," she muttered quietly as she watched the fish swim around the bug. "Maybe the bugs were poisonous. Heck for all I know, the fish could be poisonous and all this work for nothing," she grumbled. Tugging out the dead bug, she took it off the pin, picked up another type of bug from her small collection, and dropped the impaled bug into the water where it immediately went crazy trying to survive. If she didn't get some protein soon, she was going to be reduced to actually eating the bugs. She hadn't reached that point, surviving on some berries and grasses but she had lost a lot of weight and she hadn't had a lot to lose.

With another sigh she replaced this bug with the next one, and dropped the "hook". The sun on her back was beginning to get hot and Marnie knew she wouldn't be able to stay out at the rocks for much longer. She would wait until the intense heat died down and come back and try again. Maybe the fish would prefer berries to bugs. When the last bug she had collected gave its life to a watery grave, Marnie pulled up her hook and decided she would try again when it was cooler. Pulling herself up off the rock, she looked over the beach. A couple of sunbathers had moved back by the tree line and were now lying in the shade, a couple of others were headed up to "Bang Rock". It was a sign of the "take sex for granted" generation that it wasn't called "Lover's Rock". She chuckled at her thoughts.

Heading into the trees, she found her "home". After the first couple of days, everyone had settled into creating a sleeping place. One of the men, Liam, had created a very nice hut out of the wide palm branches that littered the beach. Marnie, after falling out of the tree the first night, had spent the next day working on her tree house. Using some liana that she had cut with a sharp rock, a job that sounds easier than the reality had been, she had drug some smaller but sturdy limbs to her wide branch. Using the liana, she had tied the smaller branches in a perpendicular, well almost anyway, ladder shape. She had shook several large handfuls of grass until the bugs were all skittering across the sand at her feet, then used the handfuls of grass to fill in the spaces in her rungs. Some large palm branches tied to the branch over hers, and she had a pretty good roof to her treehouse. It wasn't a featherbed, but it beat sleeping in the sand where the majority of biting bugs seemed to reside. Occasionally some tried to crawl up her tree trunk, but a coating of her repellent seemed to have stopped them. She didn't know how long the bugless situation would last but at least she was able to sleep most of the night through and during the hottest time of the day.

As she settled into her bed, her stomach rumbled, but she ignored it by thinking about her boss. She missed John a lot. They hadn't been lovers but the best of friends and partners. She had really really like working with him. Their cover of being a folk art precuror and administrative assistant had worked perfectly for them. As they traveled around the third world countries, they had purchased many wonderful artifacts from native cultures. Each piece had been carefully shipped back to John's sister who sold the pieces to the rich of NYC. Marnie was pretty sure that Susan knew that John and Marnie worked for the Company but the topic had never been discussed. Over the past four years that they had been partners, Marnie had become friends with Susan and John had met Marnie's mother. Shutting off the worry about the two women and how worried they must be, relying on the mantra, never stress about what you can't control, Marnie dozed off in the afternoon heat.

 

[Masume]

(Thanks for joining! Wonderful post by the way. Just passing things along)

DAY 15

“Come on fishy…come on.” Jayda softly beckoned the tiny fishes that swam around her feet. In her, dominate hand she held a long stick she was able to fashion into a weapon. It was funny how they all became savages in such a short period of time.

Striking the sharp end down, she found her target, sword slicing through the fish. If anyone were ever to tell her, she would be hunting fish in the middle of nowhere she would have laughed in their face. But here she was, a primal part of her was proud. The other half was just disgusted as fish guts oozed out of the lifeless body.

“Bloody disgusting…” She sighed. Tugging the waist of her worn out jeans she waded out of the water. Wet from the hips down she picked up the reward of hours of patience and murder.

“Did you get em?” One survivor named Bruce marched up to her getting his feet wet as he grabbed the bundle of fish away from her.

“Yup, I went all serial killer on them too!” Jayda wiped the fish gusts off by dipping her hands into the clear water. If one took the time, they could really grow to love this place. The leafy green, turquoise blue and hat calm ocean sound. Absolutely stunning this place was.

In only a matter of minutes, one was pulled back to reality. They were stuck, they were lost…they were all in need of some good ole hamburgers…fries…coffee. God, how she missed coffee.

“Think anyone can help us round up some fruit?”

“Um…” Jayda’s eyes traveled around the island. A few people had formed groups, some found wood for the fire; others were in charge of food, Jayda included. Some helped the sick, some the emotionally sick and others worked on a shelter.

“What about her?” Jayda pointed out the brown-haired female not to far away. “I’ve been watching her, she’s a tough one.”

 

[sharingfantasies]

(Thanks, I am enjoying the thread's writing)

It was a new day and Marnie had spent the morning moving from person to person in the "hospital" area. There were a few people that had been hurt in the crash, and a few that were so depressed that they spent their days sitting on the sand staring off at the water. The more severely hurt people had died the first few days when fevers had set in. Despite the efforts of several of the healthier survivors, with little medical knowledge and even less supplies it had been hard to watch the people die off one by one. "Those that had been killed outright were the lucky ones," Marnie had thought more than once during the few days when the fevers had set in and then won.

But that was two weeks ago and now the symptoms were small injuries: sprains, heatstroke, stomach pains from lack of nutrious food. Nothing that would cause more deaths thank God. Marnie had seen people killed, she had even once had to shoot a man to protect John but she had never seen people die from infection and malnutrition, except in Africa, where the people died in such large numbers one almost was numb to the deaths. Watching the survivors die off one by one while she was helpless to do anything about it was something that would be with her for life. After helping to check on the small wounds, and trying to provide a little silent companionship by sitting with a couple of catatonic people that were physically healthy but emotionally gone from their bodies, Marnie had gone down to the water and collected a few shellfish that she could dive for in the shallow cove water. There wasn't many left, as the shellfish that had found sanctuary in the deserted cove found themselves being shared among the many survivors.

The shellfish she and a few others scavenged along with the few pieces of fruit that had been found near the shore had been the only food for the entire group. So far they had managed to keep the pangs of starvation from becoming too severe but Marnie knew that with the dwindling shellfish and the overall weakening of everyone's bodies, that it wouldn't be long before starvation became a reason for tempers to flare.

There were some wonderful people in the group but there were some very selfish people also, and they worried Marnie. They whined and fussed about the conditions as if the others could solve any of the problems. About the only time they were quiet and semi-satisfied was when they were paired off and at the Rock. But once that little distraction wore off they would return to the camp and lay in the sun and gripe. Marnie was concerned that soon the polygamy and the whining would lead to some major clashes. She wasn't sure how the rest of the group was going to deal with that situation.

Movement down by the rocks, where she had spent hours trying to hook a fish on her hairpin, caught her attention and she smiled softly as she realized that one of the women had managed to spear a fish. It wasn't a big one but it was better than nothing, better than Marnie had managed to catch. She headed down to the waterline to congratulate the woman who was showing her fish to a man named Bruce.

"Nice job, Jayda!" she smiled. "I am completely impressed, spearing a fish is very difficult." With a fake frown, eyes twinkling, Marnie crossed her arms over her chest. "So young lady, do you think you could do it again?" Marnie wiggled her eyebrows as she uttered the question with a mock disciplinary tone of voice. Jayda showed her the small catch of fish and the three of them chuckled and then smiled. There hadn't been much to laugh about lately and it felt almost strange and yet good at the same time.

At Bruce's suggestion, they asked one of the other men at the camp, a guy named Jose to prepare the fish while Jayda, Bruce and Marnie headed inland to see if they could find some fruit. Each time the trip for food took longer as the surivors ate their way deeper into the jungle of trees. As they passed her treehouse, she picked up a small basket she had woven from palm tree fronds. It wasn't waterproof but it helped to gather the fruit. Marnie was grateful for the survival training the Company had provided but most of their training had been for one or two agents having to survive on their own. It didn't really cover a large group of untrained civilians.

Although, she admitted, there were some pretty knowledgeable survivors. Jayda and Bruce had worked every bit as hard as Marnie had and so had Jose and a man named Liam. Marnie liked Jose who had the disposition of a "good old boy" taking things as they came and dealing with what needed doing, not worrying or at least not showing that he worried about tomorrow. Jose spent a lot of time taking care of the sick, telling stories of his childhood back in Puerto Rico to the catatonic people, and doing whatever he could to stretch out the tidbits of food the others brought back to camp.

Liam though, he was different. He would show up after hours away from camp and toss a couple of rodents or birds or fish or pieces of fruit down by the communal eating fire without a word. Sometimes Marnie would see him checking out each of the survivors, his eyes flashing with some thought known only to him. There was something about Liam that had her nerve endings screaming "take care" and she couldn't help wonder if he was on someone's wanted list somewhere. She couldn't remember seeing his face but the Company dealt with issues other than chasing down criminals and left that business up to the Feebs, the Agency and the Yard. The Company's employees spent very little time in first world countries. This Liam, if he was on a list somewhere, was a white collar criminal. He had a aura of someone used to fitting into the highest society or the lowest society. At times he could be cold and stand-offish and at other times he showed a charming personality that allowed the others to begin to warm up to him. She could easily picture him as a high end thief of art or jewels, or perhaps he was a mercenary or an assassin. With his accent, something he had apparently been educated to keep at a minimum, but tended to slide out on some words, Marnie's best guess was that he had something to do with the situation in Ireland. Since she didn't know why the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end around him, she didn't have any reason to suspect or fear him, and yet, the intensity of his hazel eyes set her gut level nerves clanging. She had to admit though that without his help and occasionally biting yet humorous comments, the job of surviving on the island would be more difficult.

 

[GuyValentine]

Liam woke the next morning and sat up stretching. He moved out of his makeshift home of palm fronds and looked out over the ocean. It was a gorgeous morning, the sun shinning down, glinting off of the clear blue caps of the ocean. He smiled slightly, being raised in Ireland he hadn't had a chance for this kind of wheather.

If I ever get off of this god forsaken island, im moving to Hawaii. Liam thought to himself as he grabbed the spear he had made from a sharp rock and a strong tree branch. He walked across the beach ,the sun heated sand feeling good between his toes. Liam enjoyed this part of the day, hunting for food for everyone. He didn't know why but he found some pleasure in the solitude the jungle provided when he went hunting in the mornings. It gave him time to reflect on his thoughts about the situation, his past life, and his fellow passangers.

As Liam strode into the jungle his hand wrapped tightly around his homemade spear, his thoughts today wandered to one passanger in particular. She was a women in her late thirties named Marnie Jackson. Liam had noticed her because she worked hard. Many of the passangers worked hard, but Marnie worked harder. She put herself to a task and didn't quit until she'd acheived her goal and then some. He admired her work ethic and wished that some of the lazier islanders would pick up on it. But the one thing he noticed most about Marnie were her green eyes. Everytime he walked past her he saw the sun glinting off of her emerald eyes. She was a striking women, attractive to most men, but her eyes were something else.

Liam shook the thoughts of the green-eyed beauty from his head as he continued on his trek through the humid jungle. It took him an hour of hunting when he came across something he had never seen before. At first he had been startled by the discovery, the grunts and snorts had thrown him off, but then he'd recognized the noises to be made by a wild boar. Liam poised himself carefully, positioning himself so that he could not bee seen. He felt oddly at home, this reminded him of so many "jobs" he'd done before. When the boar was close enough Liam stepped out and hurled the spear as hard as he could. His aim was good, but unfortunatly not accurate enough. The spear pierced the boars side, but only wounded it. Suddenly the beast charged. Liam was caught off guard and the razor sharp tusks of the boar pierced his leg. He yelled in pain and reached into his belt, pulling out the buck knife he'd salvaged from the wreckage. He plunged the knife down, more acurately this time. It pierced the boars heart and it died quickly.

Liam reached down and picked up the dead pig, hefting it over his shoulder. It was heavy, that meant alot of meat. He hobbled back to the beach, feeling his blood flowing freely from the gash on his leg. He dropped the beast where he always depostied his contributions for food. Then he sat down, harder than he had intended, by the fire and looked at his wound. Liam was, by no stretch of the imagination, a doctor or physician. He knew he needed to clean the wound and bandage it but he had no idea how or with what. He would have to wait for one of his fellow Island mates to come by, hopefully one who possessed that knowledge.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Cassie Christie
Pediatrician
28 blond and blue

Cassie had been practically useless for the past ten days for she had been firstly unconcious, then she'd had to deal with a severe bout of amnesia. She had spent three days out of it and the next week sitting and staring out over the crashing waves as she had tried to remember anything about herself. She'd helped a bit, rigging shelters over the most badly injured, bandaging and setting bones of some of the wounded and generally trying to not add to the burden.

She had been surprised when the knowledge of what had to be done when it came to someone who was in pain, but for the most part she had written it off as instinct and a desire to help. Which was why she was so shocked when she woke up the morning of the tenth day and knew she worked in one of the biggest childrens hospitals in Canada, that she was an acomplished doctor and that she would be able to deal with most of the emergencies that would come up on the island. She felt regret that so many lives had been lost already, feeling that if she'd had not been impaired, she might have been able to do more to save them. She knew that was illogical, most of the ones who'd died were beyond even her capabilities, but it still hurt, a festering wound that wouldn't leave her alone.

She had boarded the plane with her doctors bag (a quaint throback to a bygon era, but one she had been unable to get rid of and 'get with it' as her colleagues suggested) so she had most of the supplies needed to care for anything that might come up. Taking it, dhe had gone searching, stopping to talk with most of the loungers, trying to entice them into some form of productive movement, to no avail. Lazy people seemed determined to remain that way and unfortunately, there wasn't much point in coaxing them-it would take something more drastic to get them on their feet.

Rising from talking to the last, she shoved a hand through her wavy blond hair, excited voices catching her attention by the water. Glancing that way, she smiled as she saw the lady someone had called Jayda and Marnie congratulating each other on someones catch of a fish. Cassie smiled, but she wondered how far such a tiny fish might go between all the people who might want to eat it. Her absent gaze sharpened as she saw the way Jayda seemed to be favoring one arm slightly...it looked like she was injured. Cassie made a note to catch the woman later and ask, maybe she could do something.

A noise behind her made her turn and Cassie felt her saliva glands burst to life as she watched Liam drop a large boar to the ground by the cooking fire. She stepped forward, intending to congratulate him on the much needed meat he had found when he sat down hard. Intuition told her something was wrong and she quickened her step. Coming up beside him, she saw his leg bleeding profusely. Instantly, she dropped her bag and knelt beside him, her eyes assessing the injury. Raising worried blue eyes to his, she said, "That needs stitches. Nice job on the boar, but I don't think you're supposed to let it get you back!" She could stitch it of course, but she worried, because she didn't have any anesthetic...or antiseptic.

 

[sharingfantasies]

When Jayda, Marnie and Bruce returned to the fire, they were amazed and grateful to see the wild boar Liam had brought in. It would provide much needed protein for all the survivors, possibly for several days. They added the pile of dates and plantains they had found to the basket of food for Jose to apply his magic with. Even more amazing to see was the young blond, Cassie, working on Liam's cut leg. Although she had been helping with the wounded and sick today she seemed less hesitant as she pulled out the surgical needle and thread from the doctor's bag they had found and had been using. After each time they had used one of the implements, they had boiled it to disinfect it for the next use. But the small vials of pain killer and infection fighting pills were long gone, having been used the first few days after the crash.

Marnie went over and knelt in the sand next to the two. She looked at Liam's leg and then up at him. "Nasty cut, looks like the boar got you. Are you all right?"she asked worriedly. Marnie was interested in his welfare both as a human being and as a major link to their survival. If something severe happened to Liam, they were going to be in serious trouble.

At his nod, she then addressed the blonde, "What do you think? Will fever be a problem?" Marnie shuddered, fever had taken so many of the people. But the doctor's bag that they had found, had only had a little of the amoxacillin that would help with infection.

Cassie had been out of it for a bit right after the crash but then had helped where she could. She didn't talk much about her background, but then few did here. She seemed to be pretty good at dealing with the wounded so she had done most of the work, with Marnie, Jose and some of the others helping out where they could.

As Cassie worked on the leg, cleaning it as best she could and then stitching it, she explained that she was a highly trained doctor and that the bag they had found and been using was hers. When Marnie looked at her questioningly, Cassie explained about the bout of amnesia that had suddenly disappeared. At the look of guilt that flashed in the blonde's eyes, Marnie touched her shoulder briefly with her hand. Softly she explained, "You couldn't have done that much to help, you know how bad off people were."

Pain reflected in both their eyes as they remembered the moans and screams that had gone on day and night, no matter how much they had tried to help people. They knew that those sounds of the dying would stay with them a long time, probably forever.

By the time the sewing was done, Liam looked white from the pain of being stitched up without painkiller. He hadn't uttered a sound during the suturing which made Marnie wonder if he had that strong of a pain threshold or had been through it before. Again she wondered if he was wanted, but thrust that thought away. Wanted or not, he was one of the major reasons the survivors had made it this far, so for right now, the past was not important, only the day to day survival of the present mattered. Marnie went back to her treehouse and gathered up some leaves. Then set to boiling some water in which she threw the leaves. Part of her survival training involved knowing which plants in different ecosystems could be used to deal with fever, unfortunately,the only plant she could find only helped with mild fevers and the earlier patients had had severe fevers. She had poured as much of the bitter tasting broth down throats as she could, but it wasn't enough. She could only hope that Liam didn't succumb to a fever.

She took the cup of broth over to him and handed it too him. He knew the danger he faced if he got a fever and the knowledge was clear in his eyes. With his eyes on her face, he took the cup and swallowed the hot liquid, then refusing any help, he got up onto his feet. Although both Marnie and Cassie stepped forward to help, he heavily limped towards his shelter, having uttered a soft thank you to both of them as he left. The two women looked at each other and shrugged, and then turned to the other people still lying in the shade of the "hospital". Marnie told Cassie she would check on Liam later. If he came down with the fever it wouldn't happen for a few hours. With Cassie's returned memory, Marnie felt better for these people's survival, as she assisted her with the patients.

They were quietly discussing what could be done about the people that were still in catatonic shock, when the smell of cooking pig brought many of the other survivors to the camp fire. Loud shouts and cheers greeted the sight of Liam's boar. This pig would provide more food than they had had since the crash, but, it would need to be doled out carefully. The tendency of hungry people to want to gorge themselves could bring other medical problems, and the need to stretch the meat as far as possible was also vital to survival.

As she listened to the voices of the others, she worried about how to get the people to understand that they had to still ration the amounts they were eating. With Liam out of the group while he recouped, it was going to be harder to control some of the others, especially the group that refused to work but expected to eat. Marnie looked across the fire and saw the same concern in the faces of Jose, Cassie, Bruce and Jayda.

 

[Masume]

Jayda hated the sight of blood. She absolutely hated it. As she watched it gush away from Liam’s leg, it took all her strength not to vomit and ruin the somber moment of sympathy for Liam. She was hungry and as selfish as it was to be thinking about food when someone was in pain, in all honesty she didn’t care. She was never much of a people person anyway.

She cared about her own well-being on this island. So she became cozy with a few and kept the rest at bay. Mainly Bruce and Marine. They were both useful and helped pass the time. As for the others, she stayed away. They asked too many questions. “Where are you from?”, “What about your family?” Blah, blah, blah. Bruce and Marine kept it simple. No questions. No fuss. Just work.

Jayda eyed the “doctor” with disapproval. She never did like blondes. Perhaps it was because she was no long center of attention. Something about her. Not to mention the more than obvious fact that every breathing female on the island was now flocking around Liam. How pathetic. Even in these dreary days, they still couldn’t keep their jaws from hitting the floor.

“Popular ain’t he?” A visibly jealous Bruce crouched down next to her on the side, warming his hands by the campfire. It was quickly dying out and there were no signs of any more pieces around. Everyone had used them up, there were at least three other fires set up along the shore.

“Oh very,” Jayda replied bitterly, tossing a twig into the flickering blaze. “Can’t see why.” That part was a lie. He was a good-looking fellow. Not that she’d let it get around that she thought so. Men were all the same and women…at least some weren’t much different. Even the ones with surviving partners were at his side. It was a bloody cut that needed stitches, not open-heart surgery. Sure things could get worse, especially without the right essentials.

Keeping her eyes to the sand, she stretched out her legs, crossing her legs out in front of her. “There were tons of medical students on the plan. One of them was a friend of mine. Keyword was.” She looked up at the three. Blondie, Marine and Liam. “I’ll bet you there’s something there are tons of supplies that’ll have your sweet Liam all better in no time. Then the orgies can begin.” Even her smile was sarcastic. Her attitude was presenting itself, to her friends and family it was only routine. However, until a few days ago she had kept quiet and to herself.

She had an idea of where they may be. A chunk of the plan had split away somewhere in the forest...jungle…whatever it was and there had to have been more essentials for them all. A few of the other survivors had been talking about attempting to find it. This held great interest to Jayda. If she got to it first, then there would be more for her. This was all about surviving; people were dropping like flies all around them.

“I’m gonna get some more wood.”

 

[GuyValentine]

Everything happened so fast. Liam had just sat down, examining the wound when the women known as Cassie came over. Word around the island was that she used to be a doctor so he allowed her to examine the wound. She knew more about it than he did. He gazed into her blue eyes, not speaking as she helped him. Then Jayda, Bruce, and Marnie came. Marnie also seemed concerned and began helping. Liam had lost a fair amount of blood at this point so he wasn't very chatty. He was focusing on the pain that was shooting through his leg as it was being sewn up, and trying not to pass out from blood-loss. When he was all patched up, Marnie had brought him something hot, he wasn't sure what. He drank the substance and it warmed him, he felt better already. He gave her a smile and a soft "thank you". He turned to Cassie also and thanked her before hobbeling back over to his palm frond home.

Liam layed out on his "bed" and rested. He wasn't used to this much attention. Someone of his profession usually avoided the spotlight, but now all eyes were on him. It made him uncomfortable. But he was greatful to the women that had helped him. He ran a hand through his hair and layed there peacefully, pain lancing through his leg every now and again. Eventually his eyes closed slowly and he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

The killing got easier with every person, but the dreams never did. They always came to him at night, waking him, haunting him. He wondered if he would ever be normal again. He tossed and turned, the faces of his past floating through his minds eye.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Treating Liam wasn't that big a deal. It was only stitches, not like she had to perform some intensive opperation on the man or something... she wondered at the way almost all the females on the island flocked around him as if he was the last man on earth. She heard Jayda make some disparaging comment and her head almost came up, but at that moment she was busy putting the final touches on his stitches.

FInally standing up, telling Liam he'd be fine, though she didn't add the obvious qualifier if the wound didn't become septic, Cassie glanced around. She saw Jayda dissappearing into the trees and recalled her comment about firewood. Briefly, she debated persuing the woman, but she finally decided against it as she thought the other would be more likely to bite her head off than be glad of either company or assistance.

With a sigh, she walked to the waters edge, staring out over the waves. One of the things they could be grateful for, she thought, was the stream of fresh water nearby, one that would have guaranteed they would die if it had been absent. The other good thing, was that this island was big enough to sepatate the bitchy people when they were having tantrums. With a sigh, her gaze returned to the trees that Jayda had disappeared into.

Muttering a curse as she recalled the awkward way the woman had held her right arm, and the bandage that had been on it, she scooped up her bag and stalked off after the other girl. Silently turning the air blue as she fought her way through the underbrush, making enough noise to raise the dead, Cassie finally caught up with her. Her fight through the brush had done nothing for Cassies disposition and seeing Jayda awkwardly picking up sticks with one hand further incensed her.

Therefore, her tone wasn't as polite, nor her words concillatory when she finally spoke. She said, "Are you trying to alienate everyone you come in contact with, with your waspish disposition? I admit that watching the birds flock to one of the cutest guys on the island is annoying, but some of us were there for a purpose!" She paused, then asked in exasperation, "Or perhaps you didn't think of it in your quest to add yourself to the injured list by running around with that arm the way it is! I admit I haven't been of much use the past two weeks, something I will remember and regret for a long time to come, but you could have asked someone to look at it-or maybe you want it to get gangrene."

Cassie paused then, running out of steam as she eyed up the woman across from her, and then went on in a slightly more appeasing tone, "You have done so much for everyone here already. It isn't a crime to look out for your own well being once in a while too...Will you let me look at it?" Because of her combative attitude, Cassie expected the woman to blow her off, but really hoped she wouldn't. She liked this woman oddly enough, thought she had a great deal of spirit and thogth it would be a shame to have to wait until it might be to late to do anything for her too, just because Jayda had something to prove!

 

[Masume]

"If I'm so fucking difficult then why the hell are you here? Shouldn't you be ridding everyone of their pathetic little injuries?" Jayda brushed off her presence quickly, cradling more wood with her good arm. The pain was dancing along her arm and shoulder make her feel just a tad bit lightheaded.

Shit. She hated asking for help. But if she was going to be of any use to herself here, she'd need to do it with both her arms. Sighing heavily, she turned to face Cassie, through narrowed eyes. "Help me carry these and then you can work your magic on my arm."

Jayda took a few steps forward, her feet breaking twigs and probably killing thousands of tiny bugs. "As for me alienating everyone...someone's got to survive around here. That's my main concern, making friends is at the bottom of my list."

 

[sharingfantasies]

Marnie saw Jayda head for the jungle, something had upset her but Marnie wasn't sure what. She liked Jayda but the girl could be prickly at times. A few minutes later Cassie followed her.

Marnie moved closer to Jose and Bruce. In a sotto voice she asked what the plans were for dividing up the food. "We need to stretch it as long as possible," she said needlessly, knowing she was pointing out the obvious but somehow needing to say it.

They watched as people started coming down from Bang Rock, from the jungle and the beach. Since people came and went all day long it was the first time she had seen them all gathered together at one time since the crash. Although she knew how many people had survived, seeming them all gathering around the roasting pig, made them seem like a larger number. Suddenly the pig that had seem so huge only moments before, felt as if it would barely feed everyone for one meal.

She watched Jose step closer to the fire, the entire group knowing that this was his domain. Marnie had watched him the first day or two setting up boundaries and rules as to how food would be distributed and when. She had seen him refuse to feed someone that complained or tried to get more than their share. It hadn't taken long for people to respect his command. But this was the first time they had had this much food.

It would be awhile before the boar had cooked through, and people began to wander into little cliques along the shore. Most of them were merely hungry and waiting, but she could see that there was a small group of people that were talking quietly on the edge of the larger mass of people. She saw that Jose and Bruce saw them also. She looked around at the other small groups of people and began to assess who they could rely on and who might start trouble. Until this moment, she hadn't realized how much she had relied on Liam to be a presence that brought control to the group. She wasn't sure why people responded to him that way, something in his stance or his eyes, but when he spoke, the rest listened. But he was hurt so they were going to have to deal with any possibly uprising on their own.

As she looked out towards the west she saw that the sun was on the descent, she guessed about three or four o'clock. They had a few more hours until the sun went down and everyone wandered to whatever little niche they had created for themselves. At night the island was so dark that people tried to be in their places so that they wouldn't run into night animals or twist an ankle. When the moon was full it wasn't too bad, but it was absolutely pitch black when the new moon was in cycle. Luckily they had just had a new moon and so the moon would be waxing tonight. She would go check on Liam before the sun set. If he had a fever it would probably start showing by then.

Marnie moved away from Bruce and began to wander from group to group. Greeting people and talking about the good fortune of the pig. Trying to get an idea of the temperament of each group. Across the beach she saw Bruce meander over and join another group. The prospect of a full stomach had several people in a partying mood, a few people singing while others danced in the sand to the music.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

"If I'm so fucking difficult then why the hell are you here? Shouldn't you be ridding everyone of their pathetic little injuries?"

Cassie knew intuitively how much Jayda hated both needing and asking for help. Therefore it was a relief to hear her say that she could have a look, even if the request was delivered in a grudging snarl. Silently, Cassie picked up more wood, knowing that if she had attempted to take some of Jayda's load her offer of help would be refused outright, including treating her arm.

Cassie waited until they reached the beach once more, dropping the wood near the fire and then she drew Jayda off out of the way, thinking that a little privacy might be in order-especially for some of the things she was about to say. It wasn't as if anyone would notice though, she spotted most of the survivors having themselves a party, celebrating the meat. Shaking her head in disgust, Cassie turned away.

Reaching out, she caught Jayda's elbow, bringing her angry stride to a halt and silently directed her to sit. As she unwrapped the bandage, Cassie kept her eyes fixed on Jayda's face. "I am concerned about treating your injuries, because you are one of the few productive people in this place. If your arm gets infected, everyone else suffers. No, I don't like the blase way people are acting, but it isn't in my nature to turn my back on them or you, no matter the attitude. I appreciate the fact that you want to survive, I do too. But your chances are not increased by your attitude, especially as more time goes by and these guys become more desperate. In a little while, the wrong move might just get one of them to try and kill you, and I don't think it would help if you already have them all resenting you."

Cassie said no more, finishing unwrapping the bandage and then as she first got a good look underneath, she gasped, "What the hell did you do there?" The slash in her arm looked ugly and Cassie was very worried for a few minutes. Staring Jayda in the eye she smiled and said, "Well, you might hate me for it, but you are getting more than Liam did...I couldn't do it to him because the wolves would have been in there like dirty shirts and taken it..." With a conspitatorial smile, Cassie pulled a flask from the bottom of her bag, someone's carry on courage, that she had removed from a deadman before he was buried.

Wiskey burnt like a son of a bitch, but it was better than no antiseptic at all. With a grim smile, Cassie said, "Try not to scream..." And then poured a libral dose over the wound. While Jayda got over that, she readied her sutures.

 

[Masume]

Mother Fucker! But it hurt like a bitch indeed. The harsh sting shattered the last bit of composure she had. She didn’t scream out loud, but her head was dizzy with reaction. She never screamed she wasn’t about to start being a baby over some whiskey. Even after it was over, she still felt the pulsing burn along her arm.

She hadn’t replied to anything Cassie had said, she just looked in the other direction. If anyone wanted to kill her than they were more than welcomed to try. She was not without skill, she could fit. She wasn’t a big girl but she could get down and dirty with the best of them. Hell, after being on this island so long her skin had gotten just a little bit thicker.

“I bet Liam woulda screamed like a little girl.” She finally said laughing at the mental picture her words presented. Bowing her head as Cassie continued her work, she actually felt a tad bit better. As much as she hated too, she probably would have had to take it easy over the next few days. There was talk of possibly making a raft but that would take weeks maybe even months if they wanted it to work properly. If only they had…

“A radio…” Jayda snapped her head around to face her. Down by Bang Rock she remembered seeing it but with all the pain and confusion going on it had completely slipped her mind. It probably wasn’t working but at least they could try and get a signal. She wasn’t even entirely sure it was a radio. But it was an electronic and hat should have been good enough.

Tucking a random strand of hair behind her ear, Jayda’s eyes light up. “There was a radio or something, tucked away with a few bags…they may still be there, it was by bang rock. I saw them on I…dunno day three or so. I had told Jeremy to go back and get it but well…you know he…died.”

Jayda stood up, dusting off her pants. “We should tell the others. We can go tonight.”

 

[Masume]

*bump*

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Cassie was even more impressed with Jayda's Determination and will power than before as she didn't scream with the shock of such a painful proceedure. She had already been impressed with her knowledge, now this...if only her personality wasn't so grating! with this impression, it took Cassie by surprise as Jayda suddenly laughed.

I bet Liam woulda screamed like a little girl."

Cassie laughed and nodded agreement, pleased that Jayda had found a sense of humor, even if it was at another's expense. She opened her mouth to respond, but paused as Jaydat appeared to be thinking of something else, the levity gone for the moment. At the mention of a radio, her eyes gleamed with excitement.

As she watched Jayda stride across the sands to the others, Cassie found herself watching the other girls ass wiggle in front of her. Cassie shook her head; obviously she had been without a partner for far to long! She could find someone to go with her to Bang Rock, but most of the guys around really didn't appeal to her. Her eyes inadvertently returned to Jayda and she sighed-she didn't even get a thankyou for her patching job!

Joining the group, Cassie listened as Jayda told them of the radio and mentioned going to find it. Everyone was excited, Cassie included. She quickly volunteered to join the search party, then that done, went to get some of the pig herself befroe the greedyguts took it all.

She sat a little out of the way, by herself, oddly not wanting to be with the group, reverting to her loner ways.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Across the beach there was a sudden buzz of excitement. Marnie looked up from where she had been standing by the fire to see a group of people following Jayda towards Bang Rock. She hadn't noticed when Jayda had returned, but she was now leading several people up the pathway to the rock. Wondering what all the excitement was about, Marnie turned back to the fire only to notice Cassie had come to get something to eat.

Upon hearing that there might be a radio out there, Marnie felt a thrill of excited possibilities. She thought about joining the group, but decided that there was already enough people tramping up there. In the dark they weren't likely to find much anyway. If they did, then that would be wonderful, but chances were they would stomp around for a bit and then come back to sleep and look when it was light.

Cassie seemed to want to be alone, so Marnie left her that way. Instead of heading back to her branch, she headed in the opposite direction for Liam's little hut. It was time to see if he was doing okay or if fever had set in.