Stranded

[Sweetp4u]

ooc: ok we need two more females to join or at least one please
Once another female joins, this thread is closed.
No more male applicants please. Thank you.

M.O. of the story. A plane crashed in the ocean leaving a few survivors to swim to a stranded island and make it. As a team or alone either way. But have to survive by instincts and cunning.. Should be fun with the right writers. Enjoy

Brie Ann Foster
age: 23
height: 5'6" , 120, short blonde hair, blue eyes. College Student.

Bio: She grew up in a small town, where every one knew everyone else's business. A tomboy her whole life, she pretty much did everything she could sports to outdoors activities. She is taking a vacation in the Bahama's, She needed a break and summer was here.

"Flight 342 now boarding in gate 12. All passengers please check in. This is the last boarding call."

The voice on the intercom sounded as bored as she felt. Hefting her carryon luggage, she started down the isle to the ticket counter. They checked her ticket, seat number and told her to have a nice flight. She walked down the walkway, entered the plane and sat silently waiting for the rest of the passengers to get on. It wouldn't be a large flight, considering it was 3am. But she wanted a cheaper ticket and this day and time was the cheapest way to get there. She smiled, she could hardly wait til she got to her destination. She heard someone moving around in front of her seats, and realized someone else had already boarded the plane before she had. Well that was one less person to wait for. She couldn't see much over the seat, but she could tell by the hair cut it was a male. The flight attendant came by and asked her if she would like help with the over head storage compartment. Brie nodded, handing the guy her bag. She thanked him and buckled herself in.
Wouldn't be long now until they were ready to go. The captain came on and blabbed a few words, then the male flight attendant got on his nifty speaker and explained the seat belts, exits, and so forth. She dozed in and out while listening to him ramble on. This was a very late flight, and she hoped to sleep through it all in silence.
A few more passengers had boarded and she heard the 'ding' for the buckle your seat belts sign. She was already ahead of them. She smiled and shut her eyes. The plane lurched a little as it made it's way to the runway. And as it lifted into the sky with a loud rumbling sound, Brie dosed off to sleep.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Just something to add.
Don't be an expert at surviving on an island. The most experience your character should know is that they watched 'Survivor'. The last thing we need is survival experts. The whole point is that a bunch of idiots get stranded, not a bunch of experts.
On with the show.



Dan Patterson finally let himself relax. How long had it been? Days, weeks since people have known? It was too soon for him, but it was bound to happensooner or later.
In the briefcase beside him, held his innocence. It was forged, but no one could tell. Honestly, they had screwed up so much paperwork already, another memo or two wouldn't be fucked with.
Not that he needed proof.
Enron was the last thing on his mind. A former Junior executive, he had gotten out just a couple of months before things went belly up. All in all, he had grabbed over 2 million dollars worth of money, then, he had quit.
That's not what the papers in his suitcase said though. It stated that he was fired from his job before any of the accusations ever started. It cleared him, and his two million dollars.
He looked ahead, seeing a nice couple set themselves in the seats in front of him. First class was more informal than coach, it was more like a luxury cruise than a plane ride.
"Hey," he said, looking over. He noticed the woman was pregnant. A real looker too.
"Hi," the man said, still holding onto the woman's hand.
"So, where are you two off to?"
"We're on vacation. Going to see a couple of Polynesian islands. Relax mostly."
He nodded, the plane itself was heading for Australia, but there was a stop somewhere. He wasn't sure where, when he bought the ticket, he was more occupied with simply leaving the U.S.
"That's great. So, when's she due?"
"In March," it was the first time she spoke. Dan nodded, getting a look at her face, yes, very pretty.
"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Dan."
"I'm Kevin," the shook hands, "And this is Mis.... ummm, I mean Mandy."
Dan saw them both exchange a curious glance, but then look back at him. Weird couple. He nodded, sitting back in his seat.
Not much more to do now, just wait for Australia to come.
Paradise only a couple of hours away.
"Excuse me, stewardess," she came over, "I'll take scotch on the rocks. When will the dinner be ready?"
"It'll be in about an hour or so," she handed him his drink. He sipped it, letting the alcohol warm his belly.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brie

ooc: cute pooh lol kotc

IC:

Something woke her up, she wasnt sure what it was right away. But something felt wrong. She sat up in her seat and blinked her eyes. Trying to get her bearings. Then she felt it, the plane shimmied or something to that effect. She seen everyone on the plane was tensed up and buckled in. She glanced out the window of the plane. There was lightening everywhere, and the ocean was very close. She called the stewardess, "Pardon me..... Umm miss?"
She turned to looked at Brie, "Yes?"
"Whats going on?"
"Just some little storm, we'll be out of it in a few minutes.."
The plane dipped suddenly and righted itself again. Brie felt her stomach lurch in her body, and her hands gripped the seat rests.
"Shouldn't we climb above it?"
She gave Brie a look of indulgence, "No, its worse higher we go. Dont worry the captain can handle it.."
She heard a loud whining sound and jerked her eyes out the window. One of the engines out there was sparking and whirring. Before her eyes the engine stopped turning. She began to tense up even more. She unbuckled her seat belt and got into the over head compartment. She quickly pulled out her bag and flopped back into the seat. She began to dig through her things for anything to calm her stomach.

The next second she felt the plane dip again, someone screaming. Lights went out. The captain was heard calling mayday on the radio as doors and closets popped open. The plane engine made an aweful sound like they were trying to slow down or something. And the next second she was slammed into the seat infront of her. She looked out the window as if in a dream or daze. Water was climbing slowly up the window at a diagnal angle. The stewardess was on the floor, blood running down her temple. Somewhere above her someone was screaming in first class. She stood up and felt the floor tipping.

"We have to get out of here!!" She screamed out, her bag clenched in her hands. Water began to fill the cabin of the plane. She looked down the isle as the water crept up the floor. She felt chills up her spine. She began to pray for the first time in a very long time. She did not want to die! She looked at all the hanging air masks and floatation devices. She quickly dropped her bag, put on her coat and the floatation device. She searched her bag, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it. If she was going to die, she wanted to sit and smoke first. She stuffed her lighter in her pocket and gingerly climbed out of her seat. She glanced around, took a drag, blew it out and just stood dumbfounded. She heard someone above her, or several someone's running towards the back of the plane. To escape the water she'd bet.

She grabbed her carryon, slung it over her shoulder. Tears washed down her face, but she wasnt aware of it. She began to climbed her way past unconscous people to the door. The plane groaned and tipped more. She gripped ot tighter to the seat backs near her hands. She had to wait, something about pressure.. She was franticly trying to remember the laws and rules she read. She couldnt get the door open until the pressure equalized. She could be dead by then... She seen a few people moaning and moving around in coach.

"We have to get out of here! Get on the floatation thing and get up here!" They didn't seem to want to listen. She felt the plane start to settle flat, more water rushing in now. She glanced down and watched as the cold salty water lapped its way up her inner thighs. She gulped down and tossed her smoke. She glanced at the door before her, hoping once she got it open she could swim to the surface. She glanced around and then saw the emergency door. She waded over to look in the closet. Shreiking in pleasure when she spotted the raft. She could inflate that and be tugged to the surface in no time. She took it out and threw a few more into the water around her. Perhaps someone else would get up and want out. She glanced around the cabin one more time. She didnt have time to save these people. She wasn't wonderwoman either.

"Please.. hurry and get over here! I have to... " she cried a little, her eyes closing in worry. She had never been to frightened in her life.. "I have to open the outter door! Get up!" A few people began to stumble towards her as the water climbed to her chest. She shivered, the water was ice cold, dark. Bringing a sense of doom up from her mind. She gripped the emergency handle. As soon as the water covered the door she could blow it open, swim out and pop the inflatable boat open... and pray to god she didnt die now or later..

The water kept climbing higher and higher and was just seconds away from being over her head, and over the door. She tipped her head back, slowly breathing in and out, getting ready to take a real deep breath. She heard others around her doing the same, but in the inky blackness she could no longer make anyone out.
"Here goes Brie, dont panic, stay calm.. you know how to swim.. you can do this.." She mentally coached herself to make it, willed herself to.

She took a deep breath before the water encased her head, and tugged the handle. It took three hard tugs until finally it released and sank out to the ocean floor. She gripped the boat tightly and pushed herself away from the resting aircraft. She felt panic set in as her numb fingers fought with the rip cord on the boat. She finally got it tugged and held on as she was ripped up to the surface.

It seemed to take years to reach the surface, but only took a matter of seconds. The plane was in shallow water, considering all the deep holes it could have sank down into, she was glad it this was not one of those times. She broke the surface and inhailed deeply. Almost taking in water, but she managed. Coughing, her lungs hurt from trying to hold her breath long enough. She climbed into the boat, with nothing but the things she had on. She lost her bag somewhere on the accent up. She lay in the violently churning boat, just thanking god she was alive. The storm was dying down, but it was still dark as hell out side.

She sat up in the boat. "HELLO!!!!? Anybody out there?!" She called out, then stopped to gasp for air. She felt cold, and tired. All she wanted to do was sleep. She couldnt hear anyone calling for help. She couldnt see anyone floating around on the waves. She started to cry harder, had she been the only one to make it out alive? She sat up and looked around, nothing but wave after wave of water. She turned to her left and looked out across the ocean. She couldnt see anything.. Laying down in the raft she wrapped her hands carefully into the rope edging. hoping it did not dump her back into the chilly water.


She floated for she didnt know how long before she felt the boat suddenly stop all movement. She rolled a little to the back of the boat.
"What the..?" She sat up, glancing around her. She cried out in joy! She was on an island, sand.. ground! She jumped out of the boat and crawled up the sandy beach. She was laughing she was so happy! Civilization had to be here.. There was no island in the world without someone on it. She knew she was resqued. She lay there, just breathing in and out. her eyes closed, and finally exhaustion took over. She fell into a deep sleep laying there on the beach.

 

[cgraven]

Mark Ingles worked his way down the aisle to row 23 seat A the emergency exit seat, well at least he would have some extra leg room. He hated these “FAM” trips always an early morning flight so they could have a full day of looking at hotel rooms. Why did each resort think they had a new way to set up a standard single, twin, Queen, or king bed room. Money it was always the same a teaching career done and now a tour manager. Well at least he was getting to see the places he had dreamed of as a kid back in rural New Hampshire.

At 48 I was no spring chick but and active life and the fast pace of the touring business had kept me in pretty good shape. There was a fair amount of turbulence nothing that unusual for the time of year and I had dozed off when I was awaken by the frighten cries of the young lady across the aisle from me.

"Shouldn't we climb above it?" the attendant was charming and very professional as she tried to calm the young woman.

No, its worse higher we go. Doesn’t worry the captain can handle it?”

Suddenly the engines stopped the plane dipped and we where going down. When I came to the aircraft was filling with water. I fumbled with my PFD had the emergency door open and helping people out. “Hurry this way move quickly”.


Then the sea sucked me from the plane. I saw a few pin points of lights bobbing on the waves as the wind and sea tore at me a voice called "HELLO!!!!? Anybody out there?"

The next thing I knew I was laying face down in the sand clawing my way out of the surf to collapse on the beach.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brie

ooc: we were waiting for a 4th to join, but no female takers yet. So i am going on with the story for my character.

IC:

She awoke some time later, dazed and a little lost. She stood up and shook her head. All was quiet around her. Eerily so. She moved up from the beach and sat down on a boulder, not sure what had happened. Then it all came rushing back over her, the plane, the crash, and the wild ride on a boat. She glanced around. This section of the beach was empty, except for herself. She gazed out over the water, it was still dark out and she couldnt see much. She wondered if she was the only survivor on this flight? She felt tears fall down her face, wondering what she was going to do now? She sucked it in, and stopped the weak feeling inside herself. There would be search planes sooner or later. And she had time to search the Island. Well she thought it was an Island. She wasn't too sure about that part yet. She needed to get her head on straight and start thinking.

It was very hard to do, she felt tired as if she had swam three hundred miles or so. Exageration, but she felt it anyways. She turned around and looked some more. There were palm trees and a few coconut trees. One looked like a banana tree, but she wasn't sure what was hanging from it. Under the trees was alot of fallen leaves and debris. She stood up on tired legs and moved to the pile. She laid down and closed her eyes. She needed more sleep. Maybe then she would feel better and when day light came she could search out for food and a way to get off this island.

 

[cgraven]

Mark Ingles

I lay there exhausted on the beach half in and half out of the water. My hands dug into the sand, a precious hold on a solid reality as the surf rolls and drags at my legs. Something drives me to crawl further up the beach to escape the grasping surf.

How long I laid there I do not know. I drifted in and out of my senses as the horror of the crash replayed itself over and over in my mind. The early morning sun finally brings me back to the present reality.

I sit there clucking my knees as I look around.

“Well TOTO we’re certainly not in Kansas any more”

 

[poohlive]

She cost four hundred dollars an hour, and she was worth every penny. The things she did, the sounds that erupted from her. If there was a heaven, he was sure she'd be the main feature there.
When they were done, she had even given him a nice full body massage. Starting from the head, and ending up at the feet. Her hands delicately rubbing his toes, letting the muscles loosen and blood flow between them. He had enjoyed every minute of it and had given her a tip.
After that fateful night, his dreams often involved her. Sometimes, his body could still feel her hands over him, relaxing him, comforting him.
When he woke from slumber, he swore she was there with him, massaging his toes once again. Blinding light came to his eyes, as he held his hand up to shield it. The sun? Was he outside?
Yes, yes he was. He had gotten drunk again. It was common when he got plastered, sometimes he woke up in the weirdest places. He had just stayed too long at a bar the night before.
The night before?
What had happened the night before?
Mmmm, Julie.
No, that was years ago.
Finally adjuting to the sun, he stood up. Ocean? The water was lapping as his feet gently. It almost felt like Julie's fingers working on him. A smile came as he remembered her once again.
He was sitting next to a lagoon, it seemed. His clothes were dry, but it felt like the sun had done that. He must have gone swimming the night before? Had a couple of locals showed him a really good time?
The night before...
He didn't remember going out, he didn't remember getting in a hotel, he didn't even remember leaving the airport.
Airport? Hell, he didn't even remember getting to the airport.
What in the hell?
He looked down, his business clothes ruined. It have just occured to him that he wasn't wearing anything casual. His best suit, over a thousand dollars, ruined. Sand and water now making it nothing more than a raggedy piece of clothing.
Well, he may be an alcoholic, but he wasn't stupid. He would have at least changed at the hotel.
Where in the hell was he staying? If only he could remember.
His head started pounding now. Not a hang over, of which he was thankful there was none, just of the sun and the situation. Somehow things were just too bright here.
He stood up, wincing. When he flexed his skin, he could feel the burns on his arms. Oh, sunburn. Bright red marks on his covernig his forearms. He could feel it beginning on his face as well.
Turning, Dan headed for the nearest shade he could. A bundle of trees just beyond the reach of the lagoon.
The lagoon itself was very shallow. It was filled with nothing but water, which one could easily see the sandy bottom. There were huge boulders of rocks scattered about though. None too close to each other. Some above water, some below. Some just out of the lagoon's touch. It was very nice and peaceful.
Two things came to him though.
One, there weren't any people. If there was a beach this nice at home, he would have liked to go at least once a day. The view was just breathtaking, and the sound of the surf far off. In the lagoon the water was surprisingly calm and cool, but only a coulple hundred feet out it seemed to pound against something. College memories filtered back through him, a reef? Something like that.
The second thing was no sign of people. There were no pop cans, no trash recepticles. Not even footprints in the sand, nothing but his own. There weren't even prints of him coming here, just a fading imprint of where he was laying, and now a single pair making their way to where he stood now.
Well, fuck.
Dan looked over his shoulder, into the dense bundle of trees. He couldn't see anything too far out. Where was he? This couldn't be Australia, too warm?
Had the plane landed elsewhere? Some Polynesian island?
The plane...
Oh, wicked visions flashed before him. He had taken a couple of scotch and soda's, and was getting a good buzz when the plane began shaking. The pilot said it would stop, but it didn't stop. Dan had just sort of laughed it off, looking at the water below.
Water?
Why was the water so close?
"Oh my God..." it finally began to dawn on him.They had crashed, hadn't they? He remembered trying to breathe, but not being able too. Water filled up first class rather quick.
He was alive though, barely from the look's of it. Looking over himself, he could see scratches, cuts, abreshions that had already begun to heal over. Even a trail of blood from his head, which had a huge bump on it. That headache wasn't just from the sun, apparently.
Something brown caught his eye. It moved back and forth on the water's edge. He ran towards it, not noticing his shoes and socks were both gone. Nearly diving into the water, he grabbed it, finally recognizing it.
It was a briefcase, and it was locked.
Taking it ashore, he located a rock and smashed it open. The latch popped and he saw inside. Papers, all wet, and a calculater, that wet as well. There were some pens and other things.
Then, a cell phone.
Greedily, he grabbed for it, pressing the button. Dan put it to his ears, hoping against hope there was a dial tone.
Nothing.
He pressed the button again, looking at the phone in his hands. It did nothing. Then, he saw the small trail of water dripping from the side. Either it was too badly damaged, or the water had already shorted the battery.
Well, hell that didn't matter. This had to be a populated island, the world was fully populated now. People were fucking everywhere, weren't they?
Thoughts of Gilligan's Island and castaway came to mind.
He looked out against the sea, "Hello?"
There was no answer.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brie

She awoke to the sound of crashing waves in the distance. She also heard something else, but wasn't sure what it was? She sat up, her body groaning in complaint as she moved. She was still so tired, and worn down. She leaned against the rough bark of a palm tree, trying to pry her eyes open. This was just the worst possible thing that could have happened to her. Well almost. She didn't die in that crash.

She sat up fully, her head spinning. "Owie... Dammit!" Her head pounded against her ears, making it hard to hear for a moment. She shifted around a little. She wanted a tropical Island well. Here she was. she stood up and began to move towards the beach, thats when she heard "Hello?" She turned around a second looking behind her, nothing. Then to her right and further down the beach. She seen someone standing there, She cried out in relief.
"Hi there!" She stumbled a little, but walked down the beach, stopping before the guy. She felt her smile dwindle a little. He was on the plane. Which was alright he survived.. But she was hoping someone who lived on this Island would see them.
"Are you alright? At least I am not the only one to live through that terrible ordeal... Know where we are?" She did not know what else to say. Her mind was in shock of the whole thing. She felt a little shaken, and she wished she could give in and cry a little just to ease this whole thing. But knew she couldnt drown in self pity. She glanced down, He had a cell phone!
"Oh my god.. Does it work?! Please say it works.. I want off this place.." She looked up and met his eyes, he looked worse than she did.

 

[Shoty98]

Rebecca Marshall

ooc. Thank you for approving me, it will be an honor and a priveledge to write with you.





ic.

Rebecca Marshall

Age-24
Height-5'5, 110 lbs.
Hair- Red and down to her butt.
Eyes-Green


I sat back in the chair at the airport, sighing in relief I was finally going to take a vacation. I grew up middle class, my parents worked hard to raise and support seven children. Of all seven I was the only one to not attend college, instead I married Richard. He was wealthy and took good care of me but lacked the showing the love I needed.

I would never forget the day I came home to find him in bed with another women, the look of shock on his face was priceless. I filed for divorce within a few days, with the help of my attorney I took him for half of everything he had. Richard was cursing something about prenuptial agreements as he stormed out of the courtroom. I decided then that I would treat myself to a vacation I had always wanted to go to Australia.

"Flight 342 now boarding in gate 12. All passengers please check in. This is the last boarding call."

I gathered my carryon bag and purse and headed for the gate, the woman checked my ticket and told me to have a nice flight. "Thank you, I hope to." I moved down the ramp to the plane boarding and finding my seat. I stowed my belongings in the compartment above and sat down quickly buckling the seat belt. I hated to fly but it was the only reasonable way to get where I was heading. I declined the offer for a drink the stewardess offered and sat there nervous, arms resting on the arm rests of the seat and hands gripping the ends.

The plane finally took off and flew fine for a while. I laid my head back against the seat looking out the window I saw a bolt of lightning light up the sky in the distance and got a little nervous wondering if we were going to have to fly through the storm. I suddenly felt the plane shimmey a little, then a little more. My knuckles grew white as my grip tightened on the rests.

I gasped as I felt the plane decending downward, if my stomach hadn't been empty I think I would have lost it right then. Suddenly I was thrown forward into the seatback in front of me, my head smacking into the wireless phone that was there. My ears were filled with the screams of others and my own as the plane went dark.

My heart pounded loudly in my chest as I reached down and unbuckled my seatbelt climbing out of the seat I frantically made my way to the emergency exit. On the way I grabbed one of the flotation devices that was there putting it on, the water was rising quickly and by the time I had made it to the door there was but an inch or so of space left between the water and the roof of the plane. I took in a deep breath and held it going under and making my way to the door. Once outside the plane I kicked as hard as I could for the surface, my body straining to push me through the cold water of the sea.

I reached the surface what seemed like forever later, coughing and hacking as I emerged. I tried to keep myself above water to keep from taking any more water into my lungs, I laid back and began to float allowing the current to take me wherever it desired.

I awoke to the sun beating down on my body, I was no longer floating though I looked to find myself laying in soft sand. My head pounded loudly as I brought my body to a sitting position, my eyes were wide as I looked around me and saw a beautiful tropical island. I stood slowly and removed the flotation device I was wearing and I bagen walking wondering if anyone else had survived and if there was any civilization on this island.

I walked down the beach for what seemed like an eternity when I spotted to figures in the distance I sheilded my eyes from the sun to get a better look but it didn't help. I quickened my pace as much as I could calling out "Hello".

 

[cgraven]

Mark Ingles

“Well TOTO we’re certainly not in Kansas any more”

I was on an Island, I was sure of that much. I’d seen about every Caribbean resort island there was and this one was new to me. The sun was up and it was hot hardly a breath of air. There was a deathly quite, an unsettling quite. And “No Human” sounds.

“HELLO”…….”HELLO ANY BODY HERE”

Nothing no reply. Well standing here was getting me no place fast. So up the beach or down the beach. I looked both ways and didn’t see much difference.

“Ok Mark down the beach it is.”

God I was talking out load to myself. And I had just got here not a good sign. I walked along the beach and there where bits and pieces of debris from the plane, but nothing of use. I’d been walking about an hour when I saw some figures up by the tree line. I blinked and rubbed my eyes to be sure I was not hallucinating…. No they where people. I quickened my pace ……….

‘HELLO CAN YOU TELL ME WHERE I AM?……..THERE BEEN A PLANE CHRASH”

As I drew closer my heart sank for these where not native but fellow castaways.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brie

She looked up the beach from her, just over the guy's shoulder. There was a woman coming this way. I waved to her, getting her attention.
"Over here!" I shouted. Then I heard another calling, turning to look down the other way was another stranded person. She waved to him. "Come here!"

My eyes scanned around again. There was little things from the plane floating around, but not much.
"I wonder how far out the plane is from here, and if possible we can swim to it?" I got chills just thinking about it. All the dead bodies, sharks another possible. All these thoughts were running around in my head, I had to inhail and breath out slowly not to lose touch of reality. Perhaps this Island was occupied? There wasn't many islands out there that werent. Perhaps they were a lucky bunch of people? Time would tell, and they were lucky enough to be alive anyways.
"What are we going to do?" I asked quietly. The man standing before me looked as lost as I felt.

The woman finally made it to them as did the other guy. I smiled tentively at both, unsure myself what to do here.

 

[TheHorse]

Aaron Baker

( thanks for letting me in Sweetp.. hopefully this post will turn out just as good if not better than or other )

Character Bio

Height: 5'9"
Weight: 167lbs
Age:23
Hair: Short cropped, black
Eyes: Baby blue
Body type: semi-muscular.
Occupation: 4th year College student

Born December 13th, 1979. He led the typical all american life, Well known in his home town for his athletic ability, High school star in foot ball and base ball. MVP in football for Line backer and in base ball for Third base. All star team for Base ball, but won a schollar ship to Cornell University for foot ball. After 3 years of study to become a doctor and playing foot ball he was injured in the final game of the season. Having been told he would never walk again his physical therapist insipred him and with intense training he was able to walk with the aid of a caine. He changed his major to become a physical trainer.

And the story begins

"Bye baby... I'll be back soon, its just alittle vacation. One week and I'll be home sweetheart" :: a hand lifted to cup the blondes cheek, and he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Embracing her once more before the flight had been sounded he stepped back a smile offered down to her ::

"I'll see ya soon love.. promise.. dont be going and giving that heart away till I get back" :: he began to limp towards the entry, never one to show his true weakness in public.. he hated people feeling sorry for him, He left his caine in his duffle bag which was currently strapped over shoulders. Each step brought a resounding grunt, though not audible enough for others to hear. After showing his ticket and being allowed entry, he moved to his seat, 17b he was closer to the back. he had forwarned the stuwartist of his hfear of hieghts, and forwarned her that he had brought his own form of drink. ::

:: thats what he had been doing when the plane went down, drinking... pretty heavily he didn't remember how he made it to shore, or how he had his bag with him, haphazardly laced around one arm, if the waves had not woken him up that arm might be useless with how tight the constrriction had been. he was slowly gaining feeling back though.. sipping from one of his fresh bottles of "Wild Spirits" ( Alcohol content varies from 95-115proff.. sold mainly in north eastern america if you can stand the burn you'll love the chocoalte after taste ) he had seen countless bodies, he didn't want to be the only one, not sober anyways... but what was that? he could hear screaming.. head lifted with a sudden rush.. locals? Survivors? :: "HELLO!!! IS ANYONE OUT THERE?! HELLO?!?!"

:: he lifted that bag up to shoulders oncemore... left arm still slightly limp from the constriction of his bag the first time he shook his head so not to think about how he woke up with a purple arm... his caine was providing little help in the sand, but he managed onward, thankfull for small mericals. he was ready for anything.. even if they were the non friendly locals... that limp arm held tightly to his gerber ( Some people know them as leathermens... either way its one of the best tools ever made! ) the other held his caine.. he could see the group gathering... four it seemed... he was shocked again... four... five including himself... had their been no more survivors? he groaned aloud as he continued towards... thinking it best to share his smalls tash of wild spirits... they would all be wanting a little something to clam their nerves.. so he continued towards them.. hoping for a warm welcome.. but still expecting the worse ::

 

[cgraven]

Mark Ingles

There was awkwardness in this litter group of four survivors. The two women, one with studding but sad green eyes, her long red hair now wild and hangings to her waist after the struggles of the night before to reach this Island. The other her short blonde hair, dazzling blue eyes, taking in all that was around her, seeming to search for some sign of hope, and that everything would be all right.

I could not quiet peg the man he seemed detached as if in a world of his own. The silence was deafening.

“Hi I’m Mark Ingles, you are the first folks I‘ve seen. No one back that way, no signs of locals either.”

I tried to keep my voice even and calm, but there was a mounting fear that this was a desert island, not a tropical paradise with a "Four Star" resort just around the corner.


Something, a moment, caught my attention, and I saw a figure, bag over his shoulder, limping up the beach, towards our desperate little group, leaning on a cairn.

"Well it seems that we are not alone after all."

 

[Shoty98]

Rebecca

"Over here." Her words shattered the silence. I had finally made it to were they were and noticed there was a third standing there. I returned her smile with one of uncertainty and fear, how we would survive was beyond me I had never so much as even been camping in my life.

I looked at the man as he introduced himself, breaking the silence and the ice. "Nice to meet you Mark, I am Rebecca. I saw nothing this way other than debris from the plane and maybe a few parcels of luggage."

I looked around at the three of them standing there and was relieved to see that they seemed as lost as myself on what would happen and where to go from this point. I turned to see what had caught Mark's attention when I saw a man walking with the assistance of a cain up the beach toward us, struggling through the sand.

"It seems not." My hope rose within me somewhat, maybe at least one of then new a little about how to survive. I gazed around taking in the beauty of the place, it's beauty no where near calmed my fears though.

 

[TheHorse]

Aaron

:: he staggere in midstep, and even with the aid of his cain he fell forward, that duffle bag pushing him deeper into the sand eyes closed for amoment, and that hand holding his gerber pounded into the shore before he came to hands and knee's.. wipping the sand from is face as he stood, he dropped that gerber into his pocket, fishing into his cargo pocket for his bottle, and lifting it out he uncapped it, taking a swig. the face made at the harsh burn of the alcohol would have been a classic if they could see it.. but placing the cap back on.. he continued towards them. it seemed to take forever, the sun beating down on his back through his foot ball jersey, if any of them kept up with college foot ball they might recognize his old number, and if they remember that they may well remeber the story that followed him as to why he used a cain and no longer played foot ball.. what seemed like hours passed in minutes, and finally he came to the group... staying a few yards away... he recognized someof them from the plane.. but still held a bit of uncertainty... when that voice came.. sounding overly much like one of the male phone sex operators, he offered a smile as well :: hey... I'm Aaron

 

[poohlive]

Dan clutched at the briefcase, his limp form kneeling in the sand. The rock that had broken the breifcase was aside from him too. He still held the useless cell phone in his hands.
There was no escape.
Once again he searched the briefcase. There was a small pool of water that sloshed from side to side as he examined every nook and cranny. Aside from the papers and things,a letter opener was concealed. How did that get past security? It was metal, and shaped like a miniature knife. Feeling it's weight under his fingers, Dan finally stood up.
Names were finally exchanged, he didn't bother though. They could stand here and chit chat all they wanted, but he had to get out of here.
Was this an island, with no escape? Hell, it could even be Australia itself, he was certain they had travelled fairly far during their journey?
No, he wasn't. Dan Patterson was drunk, and the plane crash was nothing more than a couple of disenchanted visions.
Haunting visions though.
He had to be sure if this was an actual island or not.
"Listen," he piped in, "I'm going to take a look around this place, see if we're on a peninsula or an island or if there is any civilization here at all? If you would like to come with me, I won't stop you."
Truthfully, he didn't care or not. He had no responsibility for these people. Dan Patterson was going to live, that's all he cared about.
That's all he ever cared about.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brie Ann Foster

She introduced herself, and smiled a tired but friendly smile. The one guy next to her said he was going to explore and look around. See where they were. Nodding her head, "Alright. I'll go with you. You guys see if you can make a shelter incase we need to be here tonight.. I'll go scout with him...." she didnt know what else to say to them. She turned and began to follow the stranger up the beach. What else were they all to do? Stand here for who knows how long hoping someone came along? She didnt want to starve nor slowly die. And they could be on an occupied Island, they just had to explore around. She followed in his footsteps in the wet sand. When they got a distance away she asked him, "Hey what's your name? I'm Brie Ann.." She waited for him to say something, anything at all.

 

[badmatt]

Drew

OOC: Andrew 'Drew' Williams
Just turned 18, his new parents who'd adopted him only months ago had just sent him on his first vacation...they'd seen him trying to mend his troublemaker ways and bring his grades up and they thought he needed it before the fall and the pressure of his baseball scholarship kicked in, he'd gotten on the plane and started to nap...


IC:

He woke with a start....The last thing he remembered was the plane feeling like it was diving...he'd pulled his carryon up into his lap from under the seat and now, he was face down in sand, his carryon still strapped to his back...

"Hello?? Is anyone here?? Can anyone hear me?!?!!" He started to shout as he panicked.....'Where the hell am I?' He thought...as he looked around, he noticed palm trees starting about 30 yards up the sand...He headed for them...after all those silly reality tv shows he knew one thing, he'd have to find water and soon. Other than that, what the hell did those have to do with reality? Reality was growing up in Chicago, foster home after foster home until the William's found him at 15 and took him in. They'd turned him around and now he was going to Tennesee to play baseball, he couldn't believe it....

And that thought brough him back to his reality "Baseball my ass. I'm stuck on an island...." He slung down his pack..fishing through it everything was there, and still, hidden in the metal lined base of the pack was his knife. The knife Mark had given him after telling him about his years in the Army. "Well, at least I have this..." He looked at the bottom....'How the hell do you read a compass again?' He turned it around...he knew the needle pointed north...but what good did that do him, he didn't know where the hell he was...he hooked the knife to his belt and started walking...pulling the hair out of his eyes he trudged along the beach calling out "IS ANYONE HERE??!!??" as he went...and then he saw some people ahead, he started to run "HELLOOOOOOO!!!"

 

[cgraven]

Mark Ingles

"Rebecca nice to meet you I only wish that it had been under happier circumstances.”

“I’m sure that a search will be started soon and in no time at all we’ll be rescued.”

“I’ll search the beach and see if I can find anything of use while you take care of our friend here with the cane.”

I started up the beach investigating the debris that had been washed a shore. I had walked for about an hour when I saw an outrigger canoe and I tried to attract their attention. They seemed to be fishing but played me no heed. Stripping down to my shorts I waded into the surf and started swiming towards them.

Suddenly I felt a searing pain in my side and the water was a billowing crimson and all seemed to fade and go black.

 

[poohlive]

"Listen, I don't care what..." he stopped, watching yet another man run up to them hysterically. That made, what, six now? Yes, sex. Wonderful.
This was slowly starting to turn into a serious situation.
"Ok, you take this guy and watch down this side of the beach, see if you can find anything. I'm going to head into the forest. We'll meet back with the others in an hour or so."
He looked at his watch, surprised that it still worked. A cheap Acqua, but it did the job. Apparently it took a beating or two as well.
"My name's Dan by the way," he waved, moving off into the woods as the other man ran up to her.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brie

ooc: sorry to see you go Cg, perhaps another time?


IC:

She watched as Dan disappeared into the thick growth of trees. She turned to the other person who was stranded with them.
"Hi,........ Umm Come with me.." She turned around and started walking back towards the beach where the other's were still waiting. She stopped when she seen Rebecca's look of horror.
She glanced around and did not see anything, "Dan went to look around.. I guess we wait here or something.." She sat down on the sand with her head on her folded arms.

 

[badmatt]

Drew

"Um....Hi" He quickly followed her to the others.

"I'm Drew....Where'd that other guy go??" Looking back toward the trees. "You know, we really should look around, we need to find shelter, and water....probably pretty fast on the water. I know I probably drank a lot of that ocean water before I washed up on the beach."

Tapping the girl who'd lead him here on the shoulder "So, what's your name??"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brie

She sighed, "We need food, shelter, a fire, and yes fresh drinking water. All this I know. Dan went to look and see if there is anyone on this Island, or whatever it is. Perhaps get out of here as soon as possible. Though he isn't a very friendly person. My name is Brie Ann. nice to meet you Drew." She fell silent again, wondering how they would survive this? Rebbecca and the other guy with the cane were standing there, she glanced around.
"Where did the other guy go?"

 

[TheHorse]

Aaron,

Aww shit... :: What else could be said... a small group went into the woods... one man vanished into the ocean... and unless he had been hearing things earlier, they had another guest.. that or the big shot who decided to take the expedition party had gotten lost... he chuckled inwardly at that. He'd decided earlier to start on atleast some form of shelter. it wasn't the prettiest thing so far, but it was making for a nice tp. Granted with a few large wholes here and there.. but it would have to do for now, they did not have any rope.. Which brought him to his next idea lifitng to stand with his cain... he looked over his... accomplishment.. and shook his head ever so slightly :: Well.. ladies will have a plce to stay tonight.. it looked like it could hold 3 or 4 people with a mild discomfort but surely no more than that. and taking his belt of he tied the logs (branches) together up top to finish the tp. ::

Damnit I want a smoke.. thank god for celiphane no? :: he looked around as if anyone would hear his little joke.. reaching into his pack for that soggy carton of smokes.. tugging one of the crushed packs out.. the celiphane had kept them dry, so packing them down he opened it.. fishing for his bic in pocket.. he was surprised to find it still there.. and lifting a cig and the lighter to lips he flicked the lighter.. and again.. and again to no avail.. ::

Damnit.. :: he took the smoke from lips and blew into the head of the lighter.. afterwards he shook it in hand to dry it out.. sparks came out.. so he sparked it again.. a small flame caught.. and from that he lit his smoke.. leaving the crudly made tp behind him with his pack as he began to the beach.. he'd been left to himself, and the job he was about to take he didn't think the women would be fond of.. he began to scout the beach for dead bodies.. those he found their belt, or tie, or shoe strings were taken from, as well their wallt to take their ID.. if they ever made it off the island.. or wherever they were.. the family should be notified.. ::

 

[Shoty98]

Rebecca

I watched as Brie Ann and the unnamed man walked away. I thought silently to myself "Make a shelter......but how......" My thoughts cut off short as Mark began to speek "Yes better circumstances would have been very nice."

Asigh of relief overcame me as he spoke of a search party and maybe we'd be rescued. "Hopefully." I seemed to manage a warm smile over my features, even though the fear inside was still there.

“I’ll search the beach and see if I can find anything of use while you take care of our friend here with the cane.”

"Alright......but please be careful." I watched him wander up the pretty flat beach, he paused for a moment and looked as though he was trying to get the attention of someone. I watched on as he stripped down and moves into the water, he began to swim with ease and suddenly I saw him no more.

My eyes grew wide with horror as I saw the white caps of the small waves turn pink, they suddenly fell closed I knew he was gone. Asingle tear rolled down my cheek at the thought, I would never forget his voice and the calmness he had portrayed in it.

I turned not wanting to see any more of the sight, I saw Brie Ann heading back this direction with someone different. "Another surviver." By the look on her face I could presume that it was not a local native of the isle. I scanned around "Aaron?" I had been so occupied by watching Mark I hadn't heard him leave.