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Post by Olivia St. Michaels on Jun 12, 2008 19:55:15 GMT -5
"So uh, does anyone know how to make a fire?" Olivia could tell immediately she was voicing the question no one wanted to hear or answer. The idea of fire meant night on the beach, and these people were still holding on to the idea that rescue would come, had to come, before the night fell like a dark shroud of hopelessness around them all. She stretched her long arms out over her head and looked around seeing no volunteers. Well, maybe they could find a lighter in some of the wreckage or something.
She walked to the edhe of the jungle, picking up some sticks and twigs while gathering clumps of dry grass to try and make a fire for the survivors. She had seen it done this way on Survivor, that television show she used to watch and had tried out for once. She hadn't gotten picked, but apparently watching the show bitterly would pay off in the long run.
She came back to the beach and dropped the materials she had gathered in the sand. "Is anyone going to help me?"
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Post by Aldo Martinez on Jun 12, 2008 21:32:16 GMT -5
Aldo genuinely stumbled out of the trees, his ankle still aching a bit, but he still played the minor injury up a bit more than it was worth. He saw a tall brown-haired woman standing over a pile of branches, twigs, and grass.
Making his way over to her, he asked the first question to come to mind: "Are you trying to build a fire there?"
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Post by Olivia St. Michaels on Jun 12, 2008 21:38:27 GMT -5
Olivia laughed at the man who came stumbling out of the jungle. "No, I'm thinking about building a scarecrow. Yes, I'm trying to start a fire. Do you have any matches or anything?" Olivia looked at the man, who seemed kind of jumpy. She didn't have time for this. "Never mind, I'll just take care of it on my own. What's your name?" She said this without waiting for a response. She walked over and extended her hand. "I'm Olivia St. Michaels. Pleasure."
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Post by Aldo Martinez on Jun 12, 2008 21:48:42 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, Olivia. I'm Aldo.
"Scarecrow or not, I actually had some matches in my suitcase, but I'm having trouble finding all the luggage." Aldo looked around. "I guess the storage part of the plane didn't... land here, did it?"
Already Aldo wasn't sure about this woman. She seemed kind of hostile. Was that her nature, or just the crash talking. Regardless, he had to remember to keep serious at this point. He'd never see his family again, that was the motivation, he supposed.
"Even if we don't find any matches, I'll be glad to help you. I used to be in Cub Scouts when I was a kid," he grinned.
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Post by Olivia St. Michaels on Jun 12, 2008 21:58:53 GMT -5
"Cub scouts? Right." She smirked at the man who had introduced himself as Aldo. Odd name. "Sorry if I seemed harsh, just that no one else has been nearly as excited about building a fire. But seems like it's going to get dark soon. And no, I don't think our luggage landed here. There's some random bags and stuff not too far in the jungle, lots of bodies, maybe one of them has something we can use. Help me look?"
Olivia was a take action kind of woman. She had no need to worry. She would take charge and get them rescued whether it was through a signal fire or some other means.
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Post by Aldo Martinez on Jun 12, 2008 22:29:45 GMT -5
"Sounds like a plan, Olivia."
It wouldn't be a terrible idea to see what these people were carrying with them, and Aldo could keep an eye out for Ethan. It was too bad that he couldn't just ask the survivors where Ethan was. Too easy.
"I've already... examined the area near those trees, and nothing good is there. Where are we headed then?"
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Post by Olivia St. Michaels on Jun 13, 2008 9:37:59 GMT -5
"How about a little deeper in the jungle?" Olivia bit her lip. She didn't really feel like going any deeper in the jungle than she had to, where there could be snakes or bugs, but she wasn't about to look weak in front of this Aldo guy. She would never forgive herself if she was weaker than a guy with a name like Aldo.
"If that doesn't work maybe I'll just swim to the local grocery store and pick some up for us, then swim back. How about that?" She said jokingly.
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Post by Aldo Martinez on Jun 13, 2008 12:16:48 GMT -5
Aldo chuckled at Olivia's little joke. A grocery store, around here. Right.
"Deeper into the jungle it is."
As the two searched through the trees, Aldo kept his eyes moving, noting the many birds and ground creatures around them. None of them were a threat, but he knew there was worse out here in the jungle. He just had to make sure not to run into... well, he'd worry if he did.
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Post by Olivia St. Michaels on Jun 13, 2008 15:16:11 GMT -5
Olivia smiled and gave a curt nod of her head before moving with Aldo into the jungle. She searched mostly through clothes, stumbling across an occassional body and checking the pockets. The idea of searching dead bodies didn't really phase her, but so far she was having no luck. Frustrated, she pushed one body to the ground and looked around for Aldo.
"Any luck?" She called out, not seeing him.
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Post by Aldo Martinez on Jun 24, 2008 16:26:48 GMT -5
Aldo wandered around, kicking through some of the luggage, not trying terribly hard to assist these people, but still attempting to look useful.
A few leaves crunched quietly to his left, a quiet, almost undetectable noise, if he hadn't been waiting for it. Aldo turned as Ethan Rom leaned around from behind a thick tree trunk. In the matter of a few curt hand movements, Aldo communicated Ben's wish for Ethan to return to the Barracks. Ethan disappeared again as Aldo heard Olivia's voice.
"Any luck?" she called from somewhere behind him.
"No, nothing here," Aldo responded. "Still looking, though."
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