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Post by Chris McCormick on Jun 22, 2008 17:01:42 GMT -5
Chris had lost track of time. He felt like it had been weeks since the crash but he wasn't entirely sure. He'd been unconcious for a long time and when he'd awoken he'd been very disoriented. He wandered in the jungle unable to find land. Usually he was great with a sense of direction but these jungles he felt seemed more challenging than most.
He carried with him a small backpack that carried a toothbrush and toothpaste, money, his passport ticket and wallet, a few pictures, one of him and his mom, another of him and Mitchell. He had hated remembering what had happened in Sydney and knew if he were to be found my Mitch, he'd be dead. The guy was willing to kill someone to get to him so why wouldn't he be willing to kill him for leaving.
He had been walking for days and looked exhausted and a mess. Plus the dry blood still plastered the side of his face from landing in the jungle. He had finally found light and heard the waves. He began to walk seeing something odd...a camp site...could there be more survivors?! He walked as quickly as his exhausted little body would take him. When he came into the camp he received stares as if he were an alien. He looked around and hoped someone would answer his questions. He probably looked a mess to them.
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Post by Aubree Lanes on Jun 22, 2008 17:16:00 GMT -5
Aubree was sitting in the sand under the shade of some three from the Jungle but with a great view of the water. This spot was a lot more comfortable then the sad, or back in the Mountains. It was shady, and sand-less. Prefect. At the moment she was picked at her hair trying to brush out most of the tangles. She hadn't done a bad job, her hair was looking much better then the past few days. Her stomach growled again and she glared at it, as if it had it's own mind and eyes.
She leaned back against a tree and closed her eyes, the island was finally turning into more of a relaxing place. People now knew what there jobs were, and how to do them, while she could just take care of herself when needed, and spend the rest of the time attempting to help fix shelters and stuff. She was almost in a nap state when she felt a body move past her. Knowing that this was her stop she opened her eyes to defend it. Instead of one of the common faces around camp it was someone. But since he came out of the Jungle he was of course tall, and bad smelling.
Aubree sighed and stood up to get a better look at him face. Dried blood, not to mention dirt, and a look of unbelievable tiredness. Bree gently poked the man in his back to get his attention. "Need a little help?" Simple question.
[little short. sorry]
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jun 22, 2008 17:28:30 GMT -5
Chris figured he probably looked insane to them. He suddenly regretted just walking into the camps like that. He felt a poke on the back and looked to see who had done it. A girl with dark hair and a pale complexion stood before him. She was shorter than him as a majority were. He was 5'11 but he always felt taller for some reason. He looked at her and simply nodded to her simple question.
"Are...are you from flight 815...the one from Sydney?" he asked her. He doubted anyoen else would be on this deserted island. But he figured just to be safe...you never know though. He looked at the girl and around seeing the sun beat down upon. He looked up, not a cloud in the sky adn the temperature was rising.
He had on a pair of blue jeans and a fitted baseball tshirt. But because he was so skinny the shirt was a tad on the loose side for being fitted. His earing had managed to stay intact, it hadn't been hit or stuck to anything so fortuantely it was not bleeding. He'd done the piercing himself with a needle and ice. It had hurt like hell the first two weeks but he'd grown accustomed to it.
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Post by Aubree Lanes on Jun 22, 2008 17:46:55 GMT -5
Not that response she was looking for, but it was understandable i suppose. "Yeah" She said. But really what other flight would she be from, i mean how many plain crashes can happen in the same place? not a lot. Plus the plane could be sort of seen if you squinted through the sun. Aubree looked over a group of people staring at him, she looked back at them wondering if they enjoyed looking at him or were shocked. Bree often got this feeling information wasn't getting to her, or people were keeping it from her. This was one of these times. Is there a reason they should be scared of him.
Bree looked down at her feet for a second thinking, when she looked back up they were all doing there work again. She sighed and then noticed they were standing right in the sun. Bree grabbed a fist full of him shirt and tugged him over to her stop. It wasn't in a mean or violent way, it just felt easier then having to actually say 'come over here' she was lazy, what do you want?
She said down a crossed her legs. Bree made sure to leave enough room for him to have plenty of shade. "If you have any cooler clothes in the bag i would change into them." She said. Aubree had tried to keep her jeans on, but sadly they ripped. She helped him along and tore them into shorts. Her tank-top, that on the plane had been her undershirt, was now the only shirt she had. One of the straps kept had broken and she was forced to find a safety pin to keep it functional. She picked up one the ripped strips of denim from her jeans. Bree had kept them to put her one water bottle under to keep it cold. She poured some water in the cloth and handed it to him. "To clean yourself a little bit." Then she offered him the water.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jun 22, 2008 20:56:09 GMT -5
Chris kind of looked around bewildered that so man ypeople had survived. He was also curious why they gave him suspicious stares? He wasn't a stranger. Well technically he was but he'd been on the plane. It's not like he looked like he'd been here longer then they had. No one on this island had. At least that's what he thought. He looked at the girl and felt her tug his shirt along. He came over and sat with her. He tried to guess her age but came up blank. He himself was 20 and she looked around that age maybe a little older. He sat down in teh shade and felt less dizzy now.
He looked at his clothes and shrugged "i don't mind em" he said. Chris always wore jeans and shirts, rarely was he seen in shorts. He looked around "Are...are there suitcases left? I mean intact still?" he asked. He hoped nobody had gone through his stuff. He'd like to have some mor eclothes than just this one outfit. He took the strip of wet denim and began to dab at the blood the pain re-occurring now. "Thanks" he said touching it gently. He couldnt tell if he'd cleaned up most of it since he didn't have a mirror. "Did I get most of it?" he asked her.
He leaned back and heard the ocean waves crash. What a rough timethis had been. He'd lost track of time and he decided to ask her "How long have we been here?" he asked. "I---I lost track of time already" he said. "I've been in that friggin jungle for way too long" he stated.
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Post by Aubree Lanes on Jun 22, 2008 21:05:46 GMT -5
Aubree cleared her throat, and then raised her eyebrows. He was really going to stay like that? I mean, jeans don't really breath well, and a fitted shirt, sounds like hell for Bree. "If you wanna die of head stroke, go ahead." There it was. Her sarcastic tone was back, she'd thought she left it on Sydney. She smiled to herself happy to have it. Most people find it rude, but she found it entertaining, and fun to pull off. She hoped he wasn't like her teachers, and wouldn't throw and eraser at her. Chalk dust can be pain when inhaled.
"Yeah i think." She said. "I looked the first day, and couldn't find mine, but i heard people have been taking things out of them, so they might be all gone. If Bree found someone with her suitcase that's be a happy day, until then she was left in these clothes. She shook her head. "No you didn't." She took it without asking and wiped the dirt off his forehead, she would avoid the cut because well it looked painful. "You might want to get Jack to look at that." She said nodding at it. "It doesn't look to good." Bree shrugged. "Hell, if i know." She wasn't keeping count, days, and time didn't really matter anymore. You sleep when the sun goes down, get up when it does. Not much need for watches.
[sorry. little short]
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jun 22, 2008 21:20:24 GMT -5
(its okay don't worry about it =] )
He looked at her and gave an idifferent expression. "Hell if I care" he said "I don't even think I have shorts in my suitcase either...sept a bathing suit maybe" he said. He hoped no one had taken his yet. He figured he'd get on that soon. He felt her take the cloth and clear up the rest. The pressure could be felt at the cut "AHh Jeeze easy!" he said to her. "You're not exactly delicate I take it" he said pulling away. He followed her finger towards a man in teh center of the camp. He looked at her "Is he a doctor or something?" Chris asked
He sighed and looked at her "I'm Chris..." he said. THey hadn't formally introduced themselves yet. He waited to hear her reply. He figured she'd reply with a name. If she didn't he could always ask. But he decided to wait. He looked at the surivvors and still received stares he turned to the girl in fron tof him "Why the hell is everyone staring?!" he asked
(mines short too...sorry)
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Post by Aubree Lanes on Jun 22, 2008 21:36:19 GMT -5
Aubree smiled at his response. It wasn't an eraser but it didn't sound to friendly. She was used to that, actually most of the things that came out of her mouth got a answer like that, normally though they'd walk away. Maybe he was more used to it then High Schoolers, or was to tired to more. Either way it annoyed her a little that her words of sarcasm hardly effected him. She shrugged it off and then jumped a little. "Sorry. I tired." She put the denim down and looked at her feet, and then at her hands that apparently caused pain. She should have expected it, she had no hand control at all. You should see her at art class, or anywhere when she has to write, it's pretty sad. Bree avoided writing if possible.
Bree nodded. "Yeah, not at bad one as far as i can tell." She hadn't actually seen him in action, but he had that whole 'all knowing' thing going on, and she heard some people talking, and they said he was good when the time came for it. But then again he could be the kind of doctor who's good, until a kid gets put on the table and then he molests them...that would suck. "Bree" She said. "Or Aubree." Most people picked whichever one they felt like using at the time. Her mom always called her Bree, and her dad Aubree. She never really asked why. Aubree shrugged. "I don't know. They never tell me anything."
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jun 22, 2008 21:46:25 GMT -5
Chris naturally had a defensive tone. it wasn't the person he was speaking to...most peopel thought it was themselves though. But he had a natural reaction to get defensive and give a sneer comment back. He hoped that he didn't do it too much here. He figured it would be better to have more friends than not here. He had never had a lot of friends. Just Danielle of course and few friends here and there. But Danielle had been his rock. She was the coolest and best person he knew.
He looked at Aubree and smiled "That's a pretty name" he said to her. He looked at her "So Bree...where you from?" he asked curiously hoping that wasn't too personal for her or anything. He himself didn't share much about himself. He said a few things...but not enough to tell the deep dark stuff. He looked at Bree waiting for her to respond. He wasn't the ebst with small talk but he tried to.
He was thirsty and eyed her water but didn't want to take hers "Where'd you get the water?" he asked "Is there fresh water somewhere here?" he asked curiously. He figured that'd be great. He hoped there were more bottles around to fill for himself.
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Post by Aubree Lanes on Jun 22, 2008 22:04:23 GMT -5
Aubree smiled. "Thank you. I think so too." She was always one of those weird girls who love their names. When she was little and her friends all made up stories with very strange names like emerald, and star, and princess, all of her stories only had one girl name, Aubree. Every girl was named Aubree, there were five in one story once. Her farther always busted those out when one of his parties was a little slow. And to Bree horror everyone always got a laugh out of them. Who knew 9-year-olds could write so badly.
"Oh, umm LA. I guess" She never really knew how to answer the question. "My dad lives in Sydney though, I spend most of my time there because he says that schools are better. Not that that matters know." Aubree hadn't even thought of that before. "I don't have to finish senior year." She said more to herself then him. "Thank-god, High Schools been hell." It really has, she has friends and stuff, but my god could they have worse smelling food? "Where are you from?"
Bree noticed him eying her water and looked at it herself. "Yeah, there's a spring. But it's a walk." She looked at the bottle it was pretty much full. She handed it too him. "Have some of it, I was gonna go up there soon anyways." That wasn't true, but I guess now she would have too.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jun 22, 2008 22:22:54 GMT -5
He listened to her and was a bit surprised when she said she just finished high school. He didn't expect that, he though tshe was at least his age or older. "Really?" he asked "I swear I thought you were older than that" he said. He assumed when she said her dad lived in Australia, her parents were divorced. Chris had never met hsi father. His mom dated a lot of sleezy guys and one of them had gotten her knocked up. She knew which one but would never tell Chris, fearing he'd go looking for him. She knew the man was a jerk and she cared for her son to much. He took his moms word for it. They were close. he missed her terribly. He wanted to call her and let her know he was okay.
He replied to her question "Some hick town in Kansas...Hutchinson" he said "Not so exciting. Actually not at all." he said to her. "Sydney was the first time I'd ever flown out of the country. Hell it was the first time I'd been on an airplane" he said. "Usually I'd take the bus to go anywhere far." he said. "So much for my first experience flying" he said jokingly.
He smiled but shook hsi head. "it's alright I'll get my own water later" he said. He could tell she didn't really want to shar eit. He didn't blame her. It was hot and the more water the better really. It sounded like this water spring was in the jungle which didn't thrill him too much. He was sick of the jungle really after being on his own in them for so long.
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Post by Aubree Lanes on Jun 22, 2008 22:38:04 GMT -5
"Really?" she said. "Older?" When Aubree was 17 her friends always told her she looked 13, and this year they said she looked 12. So she always thought she got younger the older she got. Most women would like that but she was not looking forward to being 27 and looking like a 3-year-old. "I always get told i looked younger. Like at school back in October my Pre-calc teacher used to point me out as the smartest freshmen around. It's was strange." And she'd done it. She talked, and to much. She really had to watch that.
Bree tugged on her shirt which was sticking to her belly and sighed. "Hicks can be cool." She said honestly. "I aways wanted to live in a small town, full of farmers and whatnot. My parents love the city, my dad told me we were gonna get a farm house when we moved down to Aussie, but he went right for a city." She nodded thinking about that move, it was fun surprisingly. They spent weeks re-painting walls and unpacking boxes. "He made it up to be by buying me a Pig." She know how spoiled that made her sound. Every time she said something like she could hear some rich girl say that same thing. Only maybe not the pig part.
Bree shook her head. "You can have mine really, i'm a small person, i don't need much fuel."
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jun 22, 2008 22:52:51 GMT -5
"He laughed. "No really I would guess you were 20 21 22ish" he said to her. "I'm 20 so I was just going from there" he said. He didn't realize she was younger. He laughed. "Well that sounds like a crappy teacher" he said to her. He had gone through high school never trying and that lead to no college which lead him to becoming the janitor at the local high school. Yup he ended up working for the place that had taught him just years before. He remembered the looks he got from staff when he applied. Truth was he had no choice. He kneeed good money and that was the best offer with someone with no college degree. He hated being judged or hear comments from them about him beign there. Even high school kids who recognized him did the same thing.
He laughed "Not too many farmers in Hutchinson...theres a couple but its mostly filled with rednecks, drunks, and whores" he said to her honestly. "It sucks but I guess its fuckin hoem unfortunately." He aslo ocasionally announced the little league baseball games hoping to see his old coach. but after that summer he'd never see him again unfortunately.
He shook his head "don't worry. I'm good" he said with an honest smile "Don't worry about it" he said to her with a smile. He leaned back and looked at him "So how many people survived the crash?" he asked
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Post by Aubree Lanes on Jun 22, 2008 23:06:05 GMT -5
"Score" She paused thinking of all the perks she could get with her new found powers of looking old. Maybe it was lighting on the island, or the sun gave her wrinkles. "Wait, does this mean i can buy beer and not even get asked more my id?" Bree like all highschool girls hated always having to run to an older brother, or college boy for boos. It's a pain. She always got her's from the boys she hung around with, never asked where they got it. Thinking about they mostly likely stole it but she didn't really care, as long as it was there to make you forget about how your failing every class, and how you 'rents are gonna kill you.
"Whores and Farmers are the same thing." She thought about making a very dirty comment after that but held it in not knowing if he would find it funny, or inappropriate, or the both. Bree sense of humor could be a little screwed at times, she liked it that way, helped her understand South Park. "I think thats how everyone feels about home. LA is it's own little hell made only for me." She said. God, she hated it there. It was always noisy, and people make it up to be great, but the place sucks ass.
"You sure?" She said. "I really don't mind."
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jun 23, 2008 11:00:15 GMT -5
He laughed "Yea I'm sure you could as long as you ddin't get all giddy about it, but fromt he looks of things, I'd say you won't find any beer around here any time soon" he said. He looked around. He wondered where they'd crashed, surely the black box was still intact...hopefully. They would be found soon, but maybe it broke or they flew off course. He wasn't entirely sure. He looked at her and smiled. "But yea I'm sure if you just strutted your stuff and played it cool youd get plenty of booze" he said.
He laughed at her comment. He didn't mind making fun of things. He figured you had to have a sense of humor. Only a few things crossed th eline for him. "Nahhh the whores and farmers bang each other to make little satan children...trust me those stupid kids come running up asking about what a condom is or a fuckin dildo" he said. "Their parents are always piss ass drunk." he said.
He smiled and put a hand up "really...I'm fine" he said with a smile.
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