Isle of Joining (Closed after first Poster)

[Mcloud313]

OOC: This thread will be about two people, a man and a woman. The woman is a wealthy heiress used to getting her way all the time and ordering people about, shes young in her early twenties and is still a virgin her father being very protective of her, shes very innocent and curious about the man that is stuck on the island with her, but also stuck up and spoiled.

The man was an employee upon her private jet that her father hired to help her with manual labor. He carried her baggage and other things like that, his name is Andrew. He is in his mid twenties and stands 6'1" and is muscled. He came from the army and took this job because of the high wages. Also he noticed the heiress liked history and exploring like he did so he thought they would get along, he was mistaken however. She didn't treat him like a friend at all but like a servant. Now that he is on the island alone he would have none of that.

The two are upon the island, and have alot of likenesis but they dislike each other greatly. However over time the lack of company drains upon them and the begin to enjoy each others company. Sexual frusteration also begins to take prescendance between the two of them, being attractive and of the opposite sex, which leads to the obvious. The first female to want to take up the role of the heiress is welcome to, I only ask they be dedicated and understand where I'd like to take this.

IC:
Andrew leaned back into the plush seat of the multi-million dollar private jet. His employer's daughters favorite movie played upon the screen in front of them and he watched it with mild interest, she sat to the left of him upon the other side of the jet watching the movie as well.

Andrew brought a hand up and smoothed back his chestnut brown hair glancing out the window to his right. The deep blue ocean spanded out from underneath them for as far as the eye could see. He disliked flying or sailing, he liked having total control and being on the ground.

His hand came up to scratch at his chin as he glanced back at the movie in mild interest. They were on there way to europe for some odd reason. The heiress wanted to visit some location which if he had any off time he'd be sure to do a bit of his own sightseeing. He liked to run away any chance he could get to look at live history in front of him and imagine what it had been like that long ago.

He gave a slight yawn and leaned back in the seat, already bored with the eight hour flight.

 

[PearlNecklace]

Liz Fuller glanced over at the man her father had hired with disgust. Why did he have to ride so close to her in the plane? Couldn't he sit with the pilot or have met her there, flying on a normal airline. She shook her head and sighed with disgust. She'd have to put up with him or merely ignore him.

Watching her favourite movie, "Meet Joe Black" she not for the first time wished she knew what it was like to be with a man. She glanced at the one she was sharing the plane with. He wasn't too bad looking, if you liked those lower class, works with their hands kind of guys. She preferred ones that could buy her expensive gifts and take her to the places she enjoyed.

He was more of a pack horse really, he'd be carrying her bags and doing what she wanted. She'd test him out now. "Hey you, Allan was it? Can you get me a soda? Diet Coke, in a glass, with a little bit of ice."

She ran her fingers through her long red hair, her blue green eyes watching him to see how he'd react to her demands. She crossed one long leg over the other, brushing a piece of lint off her jeans. Her full breasts were covered by a tight electric blue tshirt, the hourglass shape of her body emphasised by the hipster style of her jeans. Were she standing she'd be 5'6 in height, barely able to look the man in the eye.

 

[Mcloud313]

"It's Andrew, and I'd be happy to, Miss." He said removing himself from the plush seat. He rolled his eyes when his back was towards her as he waltzed down the isle towards the refrigerator in the back. He pulled out a diet coke and popped the tab, filling a crystal glass one fourth the way full of ice. He had no idea how much she wanted but he was sure he would hear about it.

He slowly poured the containts of the tin can into the glass and then disposed of the can. He held the glass arms length away from him and reapproached her with a fake smile plastered to his face. "Here you are, Miss."

 

[PearlNecklace]

Arching an eyebrow up at him as he brought her back her drink she shook her head. "Uhh, Andy, where is the lemon? And could you get rid of some of the ice. Have you never had a glass of soda before?"

She laughed as she looked up at him. "Oh, I suppose you only ever drink it from the can then crush it on your forehead?"

 

[Mcloud313]

Andrew nodded to her politely. "Yes ma'am." Ignoring the comment about him smashing a can against his forehead. He actually blushed on his way back, he had done that exact movement a couple times in the barracks with his roomate. However he certainly didn't do it with everything he drank like she probably thought of him.

He took a spoon and began fishing out the chunks of ice from the glass. He then took a slice of lemon from the fridge and made a quick incision upon it slipping it onto the edge of the glass like he'd seen fancy restaurants do. He put his smile back on as he walked back and held out the glass for her again.

She was lucky her daddy wrote such big checks for him to babysit her, or he would have told her to drop dead long ago. About the second day of being ordered around like a puppy dog. He was almost sure she just enjoyed watching him do as he ordered. Thats alright, he was used to following orders by now. However he had hoped that he wouldn't have to when he finally got out of the service.

 

[PearlNecklace]

She paused the movie, aiming the remote control at the screen. Her foot shook impatiently as she waited for him to return. "A lemon is yellow, oval in shape usually. Do you know what that is?" She called over her shoulder, towards the back of the plane.

All brawn and no brain was probably this guys problem. He'd been in the army her father had said, could help her with her luggage and wasn't afraid of a little hard work. Well he was making hard work of such a simple task, she hated to think what he'd be like when she was visiting some of the historical sights in Scotland.

 

[Mcloud313]

Andrew approached her the glass held out once more, hopefully to her satisfaction. "Here you are, miss." He noticed the noise from the movie had stopped as she had paused it. He sighed inwardly, he really wished she would turn it back on. It distracted her for a bit from keeping him too busy. He flexed a muscle in his jaw out of habit when he was angry as he awaited for her to receive the glass from his large calloused hand.

 

[PearlNecklace]

She took the glass from him as she eyed him with that same bored, disgusted look. Sipping the drink she immediately screwed up her face. "That is disgusting. The ice cubes have melted into the drink, its more water than soda. Not to mention you've given me lemon and I asked you for lime."

She stood and handed him back the glass. "Apparently the hired help are useless. If I want something done right I'll have to do it myself." Liz stood and walked back towards the small galley, smiling smugly over the expression on his face and the little muscle she saw twitching.

 

[Mcloud313]

Andrew pushed the glass down into a cupholder next to where he was sitting. He sat back down watching the picture upon the screen in front of him that was currently in freeze frame. He grasped the hand holds to on the seat firmly. He was sure she had said lemon, she even described its color, and limes were not yellow. He sighed as his thoughts were true. She did enjoy just toying with him. He glanced towards his left at her, glad she had decided to do it herself, otherwise he would have been there all day making different drinks until she got bored.

That was when the interom on the jet crackled, signalling a message was coming in. "Miss Fuller, this is your captain. Please take your seat and buckle up. We're coming into a storm and there will be a little turbulance." The crackling stopped. Andrew clutched onto the armrests with a death grip.

He hated flying, and this was exactly why. He didn't understand why they couldn't just fly around the storm or whatever, why did they need to fly through it on this dinky jet? He was hoping Liz would come back soon so that he might have a bit of company, even if he despized the company.

 

[PearlNecklace]

Liz heard the announcement and knew it was just the captain being over cautious. She ignored his warning and carried on looking through the contents of the refridgerator and the small cupboards in the galley. It was well stocked, mostly with foods she ejoyed but it just wasn't what she wanted.

She was beginning to get sick of always having what she wanted. Never having to work for anything. All her life everyhting had been handed to her. Its why she loved to visit all the historical sights she researched. She loved to see what had been created in simpler times by people who had much less than she had.

She felt the plane lurch and was thrown against a cupboard. She gasped in pain as she hit her elbow then made her way back to the seats. She wasn't able to get to the one she'd previously occupied, managing to only get as far as the empty one beside Andrew. She sat down, rather was tumbled into it, doing up her belt and crossing her arms over her chest.

Looking at Andrew she grimaced, noting the way his hands gripped the seats. "Don't you like flying? Didn't you have to do alot of that when you were in the army or whatever?" She was almost being nice to him, she could tell he wasn't comfortable and some distant, kind hearted part of her wanted to give him comfort.

 

[Mcloud313]

Andrew shook his head at her question, he saw her belt on and he quickly put his together. "Didn't go airborne, Miss." He managed to say, his eyes locked upon the frozen image on the screen in front of him. The jet gave another few lurches and soon the windows of the jet were enveloped in darkness. They were flying through the storm now.

 

[PearlNecklace]

Judging from his short reply and the way he looked straight ahead Liz was sure this tough, army man was scared. She didn't want him to feel bad and he somehow touched that part deep inside her she kept closed off.

"Well you're supposed to be here for me, you know. And I hate storms, so the least you could do is hold my hand while I freak out!" She snapped at him. She was a little scared, but not too much. She was hoping to distract him from the storm with her nastiness.

 

[Mcloud313]

Andrew snorted inwardly, they could be in mortal danger and she still found time to be snotty. He captured her right hand in his left, and placed it upon the armrest. He stopped applying pressure with his right and only squeezed the right armrest. "Would you like me to do anything else, Miss?" The plane gave another big lurch downwards and he squeezed her hand in his as it did.

 

[PearlNecklace]

"I want to know what it was like in the arny? Is it like prison and you have to be careful when you bend over? Is it full of prostitutes, beer and guns? Or did you actually do something productive?"

Being careful to keep the snotty tone in her voice, Liz tried to further to distract him from the storm. Turning her hand an linking her fingers through his she held tightly to his hand.

 

[Mcloud313]

"Little bit of all three, Miss." He shot out another short response. The jet lurched to the left this time and the little oxygen masks popped out from the ceiling. He gripped her hand tighter not caring anymore, he would deny it all the way to hell and back but right now he just didn't care. He gave another look out the right window and couldn't see a thing, clouds fogged over the view. The jet cave a combination of two lurches in quick succession.

 

[PearlNecklace]

Liz could see the panic on Andrew's face and felt how tightly he was holding her hand. "This is ridiculous. Undo your belt and come with me." She stood, gripping the back of the seat and looking down at him. "If you don't move now, I'm going to have you sacked!" She arched an eyebrow at gave him her best annoyed look.

 

[Mcloud313]

Andrew was in the middle of thinking about getting up when the Jet began lurching uncontrollably. He saw Liz go to the floor and his head was knocked back against the seat. He whipped his head to the right and saw a blaze of red upon one of the wings. The diet coke that was towards his left went flying from the holder and smashed a few feet ahead of them spilling everywhere.

The jet was going forward at a downwards pitch, towards the water that he had saw before. That was one of the last things he thought of before the jet suddenly came to a direct halt and he saw the top half of the jet began to rip off in half. He reflexevily ripped off his belt as water started to flow into the plane.

He was slammed backwards into the aluminum side of the plain and the world went black to him.

 

[Mcloud313]

Andrew lifted his head and spit out something wet, yet tasteless in his mouth. The world was so bright it hurt, a throbbing pain behind his eyes. He scanned the area as soon as his eyes wer adjusted. Peices of plane littered whatever beach he was laying upon, his clothes wore torn a bit, and he had a few cuts along his face. He pushed himself up, he hurt all over as if he had been bounced around upon the plane as it was falling.

He stood up on shaky legs, rubbing the back of his head. He saw a female body a few feet away from him stirring slightly. It looked like Liz, his employers daughter. Andrew began trying to make his way towards her stumbling.

 

[PearlNecklace]

Liz slowly came to and realised she was on some kind of island. Her vision was cloudy in one eye, she blinked but it didnt clear. Lifting her hand to her forehead it came away bloody and she swallowed back the scream that threatened to come forth.

Looking up she saw Andrew but didnt want to move, just couldnt find the energy or even the willpower to move.

 

[Mcloud313]

Andrew got close to the body and plopped down into the sand not caring it was getting all over. He grabbed her wrist and felt for a pulse, there was one. He sighed and looked over all the wreckadge along the beach, it was horrid. He couldn't see the captain's bodies anywhere. He brought his hand up and pulled a strand of brown hair back, he noticed the dried blood matted to his forehead.

 

[Mcloud313]

bump.

 

[PearlNecklace]

OOC: Apologies, work has been killer and l've been mega sick with the flu!

IC: Opening one eye Liz looked up at Andrew but couldn't find it in herself to speak. She reached a hand out and touched his thigh, the best signal she could give him right now.

 

[Mcloud313]

Andrew slumped to the sandy beach, and then laid down upon his back. The sand was hot, and yet somehow it didn't bother him that much, it was actually rather soothing. Finally he looked at Liz, and got his hands underneath her arms, he drug her underneath a large palm tree and put her up against the trunk, so she could take advantage of the shade.

 

[PearlNecklace]

Liz smiled up at him gratefully, her hand resting on his knee. "Are you alright?" She asked with a croak, her lips and throat felt dry. How long had she laid there in the sand? She licked her lips but it proved to be little relief and tried to look him over, wondering what injuries he may have sustained.

She remembered her own and lifted a hand to find dried blood caked on her forehead. She supposed that was the answer to how long she'd been lying there. Long enough for her cut to stop bleeding..