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Post by Chris McCormick on Aug 16, 2008 23:40:28 GMT -5
The sun rose overhead and the heat was blistering. It had been one of the hottest days since they'd been on the island. Chris found himself in nothing but a pair of swim shorts. Mitch had always made him wear a speedo, but he kept a good pair of surfer shorts on hand. He looked around and decided to go for a swim in the ocean to get out fo the heat. He looked around to see if anyone wanted to join him. He waded in in case anyone wanted to follow along.
The water was cool and soothing. It caused his body to drift out into deeper water for a tingling feeling. The water felt heavenly compared to the hot sun. He got his curls wet and now they stuck to his face. He looked back tot he camps seeing how far he'd gottne from land.
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Post by Cliff O'Connell on Aug 17, 2008 3:13:41 GMT -5
Eyes watched the lone figure that was McCormick with a soft gaze that seemed to be rather interested. He sighed softly and shifted on the piece of driftwood he was sat on. He had come to see what he could salvage or use to build his shelter. His current one was not doing the task it was supposed to be doing. He had a unimpressive stash so far piled next to the driftwood. Others had clearly picked clean the wreckage from the fuselage and people's belongings. He hadn't found his carry on bag... he suspected that Sawyer had at least some of the contents. The man seemed to be the island's resident magpie.
Cliff rolled his shoulders before he rose, deciding he'd go over and talk. He had been scrounging for a good while now and he didn't feel good for doing any more just now. He gazed out onto the horizon as he walked closer. He smiled genuinely as he came within earshot of the guy. He waded a fair bit into the water, not minding getting his clothes wet. He was only wearing shorts and a simple shirt anyway with flip flops. Nothing he would lose sleep over.
"Hey," he called out in greeting, making sure he could be heard over the roar of the waves rolling in and crashing into the shoreline. Cliff knew and appreciated the beauty aspects of the island. It was strange and foreboding but she still bore a rugged beuty that nature always seemed to pull off with ease.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Aug 18, 2008 0:13:33 GMT -5
Chris stood in a shallow portion of water his curly hair stuck to him. He had a very thin,slender, tall figure and gentleness about him. THe sun kissed his face and he looked at the horizon. He suddenly heard a voice that he hadn't recognized. He turned to see a man nearby. He had a very defined jawline and scruff to him. He looked at the man and smiled "Hey" he said back to him softly. Chris was a very attractive young man adn at 20, he had a rather high maturity level as far as how fast he had to grow up.
He looked at the man and smiled at him "Care to join me? It's a pretty scroching hot day" he said to him. He looked at the mana nd decided an introduction was in order "I'm Chris" he said to him with a smile.
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Post by Cliff O'Connell on Aug 18, 2008 6:49:19 GMT -5
He watched as the man turned and duly responded. Least he hadn't been ignored. Cliff smiled back and then peered up at the sky and sun a little when he had been asked the question of joining the younger male. He looked back and then nodded, "Sure," he replied with another pleasant smile. He scratched his jaw slightly, his nail running over light stubble as he did so. He waded in further joining Chris where he stood in the shallow water. The water lapped refreshingly as his skin.
He nodded, Nice to meet you, Chris. I'm Cliff," he responded in kind, knowing Chris would probably raise an eyebrow or something to his name. It wasn't really a common one. His head turned slightly to peer at the horizon. Would rescue ever come? He often did wonder though learned to not put all hope on it. He had to beleive help would come someday and that he would see his beloved Sister and family again. He missed Laura like a plague.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Aug 18, 2008 22:49:26 GMT -5
Chris looked at the man and smiled "Nice to meet you Cliff" he said to him. He looked out the horizon as the older man was doing. He thought he had a great jawline. Very defined and strong. Hereminded him of Mitch a littl ebit. He looked at the man then down at the blue water that soaked his swim shorts and his very fit body. He looked at the man once more.
"So it's a nice day for a swim eh? I mean the sun is sorhcing" he said to him making small talk. He saw him stare at the horizon "Think there's rescue anytime soon?" he asked th eman curiously. Everyone had their opinion whne or if they'd be rescued. Onyll time would tell really.
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Post by Cliff O'Connell on Aug 19, 2008 3:17:40 GMT -5
Cliff smiled deeply as the younger male spoke and found that he had a small resemblance to one of his cousins, but not by much. All the same, not even Cliff was going to deny Chris wasn't good looking. He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly as he paused for a moment, not replying straight away, "Yes, beautiful day for a dip."
He looked at Chris as he spoke again, brown eyes searching slightly. He shrugged a little, "One has to hope that it will come. The when is just a little vague," he replied, knowing if all hope was lost then would they survive? He rolled his shoulders and rubbed slightly at his neck. "What about you?" he returned softly, cocking his head a little.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Aug 19, 2008 17:53:27 GMT -5
Chris turned to him and saw him stare a little at him. It felt nice to get a stare. He couldn't help but feel this way. He loved both men and women alike, but something about when a man gave him the lookover it made him feel sort of important, loved. He had only two true loves, his mother and his best friend. THey were his support and his rock. The rest were just people in his lives, some he lusted, some he may have cared for. But none could reach the stature his mother and Danielle had reached.
He looked at CLiff. "Me? I think it's a long shot we get off, personally I don't care if I live or die or get rescued or not" he said. "It's an escape for me. One I probably desperately needed" he said. He leaned against a large rock. One that blocked him from the ebach. No one could see him from the beach if he stood in that spot behind it. What if he was alone a nd had drowned in this very spot? Would anyone know? He'd ahve to remember the spot, to take anyone who he grew fond of on this island if they were willing. He wasn't sure if that would even happen.
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Post by Cliff O'Connell on Aug 21, 2008 9:24:33 GMT -5
Cliff drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly before he looked back to Chris with a concerned gaze that in essence appeared somewhat blunt. But that was just how his face appeared sometimes. In reality, he was far from blunt and if or when he was, it was because he needed to be."Oh?" he said softly to the other, setting his head a little straighter as he felt the water lap against his legs. It was a nice feeling in the end.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Aug 22, 2008 9:11:56 GMT -5
He saw the curious look emerge across Cliff's face. "Yea...it's sorta complicated relationship stuff" he said. He laughed "Forget about it...it's stupid stuff anyways..." he said. "So what about you. Where ya from and such?" he asked wanting to keep the conversation from being dull. Chris hated talkign about himself.
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Post by Cliff O'Connell on Aug 22, 2008 13:37:31 GMT -5
He nodded thoughtfully... he wasn't going to push him for information if Chris was not willing. "Me? Oh... Southwest England. Dartmoor if you want to be exact," he smiled softly, remembering his family home. He would have been in Los Angeles by now, visiting his folks there. The plan had been to stay with them till he had to leave for England again. He had also hoped to look into those who were interested in his work. That was all sky high by now.
He looked at Chris with a soft smile.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Aug 22, 2008 22:09:07 GMT -5
He didn't have cliff quite figured out yet. THat fact remained the same when he spoke of where he was from. He didn't give much indication. He figured maybe if he revealed something then that may open Cliff up a little more. "I was running....from my boyfriend" he said. "He found out I was with another guy and he wanted to kill me...he's kind of a powerful man and I dunno he seemed ready to kill me...so I got on the first plain outta there" he said. "So what was your reason to L.A...if you don't mind me askin" he said
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Post by Cliff O'Connell on Aug 23, 2008 5:16:39 GMT -5
"Not at all," he smiled softly as he digested the information Chris told him. So, he had a preference for the same gender, or both... Chris hadn't exactly placed a definite label on it. Least not yet. "I have family in LA... can't stand the British weather. Same with my folks in Sydney. I was also going there for a commission prospect," he told Chris softly, his head cocking again a little. He had no hate to those who liked the same gender... as long as the two were happy with each other, who was to care? But then, Cliff was an open minded person.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Aug 23, 2008 11:15:21 GMT -5
He looked at Chris with a smile glad he hadnt freaked out yet. He looked at him and nodded "Lotsa family then?" he said. "Thats cool, so like relatives and mom and dad or do ya got a wife and kids?" he asked him curiously. He looked at him then out to the ocean. He saw a large rock a little farther "you wanna race out there?" he asked with a smirk.
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Post by Cliff O'Connell on Aug 23, 2008 12:59:07 GMT -5
His hand reached up to scratch his jaw again, and eventually to his short beard as he worked a response, "I got a lot of four in Sydney, lot of three in LA and my father and sister are back in Devon," he replied softly. He switched his gaze to follow that of Chris's own and set eyes upon the rock and then smiled deeply, "Sure." he removed his shirt, scrunched it up before throwing onto the sand behind them. He was always up for a challenge.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Aug 25, 2008 7:18:31 GMT -5
Chris looked a thim curiously. He didn't fully answer the question but he would ask when they reached the rock. He dove down and took off like a fish. He was never into sports but he was athletic and swam very well. He began to head for the rock deeper and sorta wanted to be the winner. Competiton wasn't all that serious for him, but he did like to win.
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