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[- drift.]

;; alrighty, we can start now. your characters can do whatever you want them to, really. both of my characters are, obviously, open for interaction.
also, if you have two characters, try to keep them both relatively active. c;

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ＭＯＯＤ ; serene xxxx ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ ; the cliffside xxxxＣＲＵＳＨ ; not her main concern xxxxＴＡＧＳ ; none

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Ashe let her feet dangle dangerously over the edge of her little perch, smiling at the familiar feeling of wind gushing by, buffeting through her hair. She knew that Flint would most definitely disapprove of her being here, but then again, it wasn't as if her presence would be missed back at camp. The only ones who actually had true positions in the group were, of course, the leader himself, Lotus, and then Hatter. The rest of them might be sent out for wood and things on occasion, but otherwise, weren't really needed. Ashe began to hum a soft tune to herself, as she re-opened her eyes, allowing them to float over the world around her. Miles upon miles of open water in one direction, and then the denser part of the center island in another. She could just see the beginnings of the cove, and couldn't help but let her mind wander towards it. She had always wondered what it was about the cove that Flint was so afraid of, to forbid them from going there. Of course, she could always ask Sawyer - the other girl most likely knew. Anything against the rules sort of called her name. Which, Ashe could relate to. She wouldn't deliberately disobey their leader as Sawyer would, although if the opportunity arose for her to venture to that edge of the island, she wouldn't pass it up. Maybe Booth would take her there eventually. So far, the boy had let her accompany him across the island through the denser part of the jungle, to see the reef, and had also let her tag along to one of the smaller islands with the mountain in the center. Speaking of, Ashe tilted her head to the left a bit, and could just see the peak of the mountain in the distance, outlined against the sky. They hadn't climbed to the top, but had went pretty far up, nevertheless. To say the least, Ashe had enjoyed it. She wondered why Booth chose her, of all people, to take along on his little expeditions, although she guessed it was because she never stopped speaking about the rest of the world. Seeing fairies and pixies and mermaids and crocodiles and indians was all she ever talked about. The others had begun to be a bit annoyed by her endless list of hopeless dreams, so she supposed that Booth would take her along just to keep her satisfied. The only one who didn't seem to be bothered by her longing to travel was Becker. He would listen to her for hours as she spoke of far-off horizons, bluer waters, greener grass. But, then again, Becker might have been annoyed, and just didn't say anything because they were so close.

Letting out a sigh, Ashe scooted a bit more towards the edge, peering down at the huge vertical drop beneath her into the water. She wasn't going to jump off, of course, although she had before, and it was perfectly safe. She just liked the feeling of being up above everything and everyone. This little perch of hers was the closest she'd ever get to being able to see all of neverland at once. It was beautiful, with it's lavender and violet hued skies, bright golden sun shining from high in the sky, birds swooping through the air in every direction, and the shimmer of the water beneath her. It was stunning. And the others wondered why she wanted to see more of it? She ran her fingers through her hair, then immediately held back onto the rock beneath her as a gust of wind shot by, actually leaning her backwards. Okay, she would admit that being up here was a bit dangerous; but it was worth it. And she didn't really have a risk of Flint scolding her. He didn't even know where she went while she was away for a few hours every couple of days. The only one who knew that she came to this spot to think was Becker, and he wasn't going to tell Flint. Well, not on purpose. He wasn't very good with words, so it was possible that he could let it slip. Hopefully that wouldn't happen. Closing her eyes, Ashe slowly laid back, so she was on her back on the small stretch of rock, her feet still dangling down in open air.

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ＭＯＯＤ ; thoughtful xxxx ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ ; near camp xxxxＣＲＵＳＨ ; dove, maybexxxxＴＡＧＳ ; no one

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"Agh, no, that.. that wouldn't work, that can't go there." Hatter mumbled, speaking to none other than himself, which wasn't unusual of him. He was a little ways away from camp, surrounded by piles of things, wether it be glass, bamboo, or plain old sticks. This, too, was commonly seen of the boy, to be completely consumed in his work. He ran his hand through his hair, letting the small contraption in his hand fall to the ground with a small groan. He couldn't seem to get it to function right! Flint had asked him to come up with a more efficient way to get water from the small creek nearby back to camp, without having to send someone off to retrieve it in a bucket. Of course, Hatter had jumped right on it, gathering supplies, and setting the gears in his mind to work. He had already taken the stringy cords from inside the roots of the trees, and strung them from a branch over-hanging the creek, and did the same to a branch that over-hung the group's underground hovel. And it was connected to a small, turning hook, that when moved, would slide the cord back and forth, so it moved easily around the branches. He already had a few pails attatched to it, and it worked perfectle - until they reached the water. When the cord dipped down, the buckets would do the same, but they didn't scoop low enough to get water. The bottoms of the buckets brushed the water's surface instead of the rims, so no water was gathered. Hatter wasn't easily discouraged; in fact, his failure just frustrated him enough to keep trying. But he had tried four different methods to turn the buckets, and had yet to come up with one that actually worked. He had tried hooking the buckets on their sides, which allowed for them to gather water, although it couldn't fill to the top, and they were left with a small puddle of water on the side of the bucket, hardly enough for one swallow. He had tried hooking them from the bottom, which he realized was stupid of him, as now the rim brushed, but nothing could enter the bucket. Letting out a long sigh, he ran a hand over his face, just staring at everything around him, and then up to the cord. If there was a way to have the buckets tilt down at the water, and then raise back up once they were full. He knew he needed to use a weight ratio with the mass of the bucket, although he couldn't figure out what to use to make that work. Items for construction weren't exactly abundant on the island.

For a short moment, Hatter allowed himself to wipe his work from his mind, laying back, and letting out a small huff. He wondered momentarily where Dove had gotten off to. The girl was the only one of the group who was actually helpful to him while he was working on something. Sure, she didn't talk much, but she was encouraging, and genuinely seemed interested in what he did. Whereas Flint and Lotus, and the others, they liked the outcome of his ideas, although the weren't interested in the process, they just liked the advantages they brought. His eyes looked through the trees back towards camp, where he guessed Flint was, and probably Lotus, too, and he wondered if Dove was there as well. He clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth, shakig his head. He needed to get this done; maybe Dove would show up soon. Right now he just needed to focus. "Focus, focus," he repeated the word aloud, nodding determinedly, and then getting back to work.

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full credit to this posting format goes to au revior. c:

[darlingdiablo]

ｆ ｌ ｉ ｎ ｔ ;

in camp ; no interactions ; single - eyes on his lone wolf

ｔｈｅ xｈｕｍｂｌｅ ｌｅａｄｅｒ

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a sigh passed through the parted lips of a young male who crouched on a rock as he observed a map. his mind, at the moment, had been on other things- drifting into every possible thought and concern that he had. the map in-hand gave him a clearer visual of his surroundings, his eyes slowly went from the left side and trailed to the right. how many times had he seen this map? more than anyone could remember- he knew this place like the back of his hand, yet he felt more secure when having something to hold on to as back-up, as he would say. his presence was still in camp, just on the outskirts of it- he never strayed too far in case somebody needed him. speaking of somebody, or somebodies . the activity of the lazy day had left everyone to wander on their own. flint slowly rose back up, letting his muscles get acclimated, considering his previous position. how long had he been sitting- ten, twenty minutes? just observing that old map. He began to walk back to the base of the camp, the heart of it. Flint wondered what everyone else was up too. He'd suggested to hatter that a new water system for the camp would help, so he had then assumed the boy was working tediously to get the task down. At the thought, a smile tugged on the edge of his lips. Hatter was one of the closer boys to him- all in all, he was truly a boy of his words. unlike booth and him, and while flint did make multiple attempts for a conversation, booth just brushed it off his shoulder

flints steps were quiet, except for the few occasional twigs that he stopped on, but other than that he was a swift traveler. he was a bit curious of hatters invention, to see how it was turning out, but decided it better if he didn't interrupt him in the middle of his work. not much could have been done around here at the moment, many of his friends were off ambling about on their own time. he supposed he could blow the horn to get everyone back in- but what would be the fun of that? everyone needed a little space sometimes, that he could agree to. his dark eyes fell over the deadened fire that was in the center of logs that cornered it in, their little 'pit' was something he had grown fond of. it was theirs and theirs only. he ran a quick hand through his hair and drew in a quick breath, his gaze returning out around the trees that clustered the camp. flint had always automatically expected lotus to be around, she always seemed to have more authority over him- or atleast she tried to appear that way. his authority really meant nothing to him, he treated everyone the same and was trying to play the brotherly roll, giving everyone a slight pat of encourage on the shoulder. yet within this time of being here, everyone had found their own place of where they belonged.

so where was she? where was ashe? no doubt exploring or getting into something. and hatter? he could guess building away. now booth was probably on his own- thinking- but for him it was really anyones best guess. becker.. he could have been really anywhere- he was a bit of a drifter and really was one that ambled along with everyone else. dove? with her nature, and from his knowledge, she couldn't have been too far off from hatter, or off from camp in general. and lastly, sawyer, now she he worried about- the girl preferred to remain on her own at times, her quiet-like ways making him a bit anxious. where to find her? well, you never knew. she seemed to pop in and out of times. though flint knew the independent girl could fend for herself and knew the ropes, he still had concern over her safety, as well as the others. but he felt he had to keep an extra eye on her

[ well yeah, short and blunt .-.
aywho, didn't know what to write exactly
my first posts always are really cr-ppy
it'll improve, not in length but in style and quality

[contagious.]

wip;

{ i'm loaded with work. >.< i'll try and get a post up soon. }

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Dove's fingers loosely clung to the rocks as she attempted to pull her body upwards, but her foot slipped on the sleek surface of the stone, and she fell back, landing in the sand. She was frustrated: she'd been trying to climb a small mountain nearby on top of which she'd spotted some berry bushes, but reaching the peak proved to be harder than expected. In all honestly, Dove just wanted to be useful for once, and she's figured that finding the party a new food source would be a wise option. She hooked her index and middle finger into a crevice and swung her left leg up in an arc. As it slammed onto the top of a wide ledge, Dove groaned, her eyes squeezing shut in obvious distress; a pain had sprung up in her ankle, and as she hefted the rest of her body up and looked at it, she was relieved not to find a mark. Her bright eyes darted up, and she smiled to herself: the top was only a few feet off.

As Dove arrived at the mountain peak, she found herself dropping to the ground and staring down to the beach far below. She could make out a few things, like the cove flint warned them about, and a small pond near the edge of the forest. She leaned back slowly, the ache in her leg reduced to a dull throbbing, and stretched her slender fingers. Dove loved this. The freedom, the peace. Isolation. A few moments passed, and Dove pushed herself up off the ground. It was hard and cold, and she came here for a reason: the berries. She pulled up the edge of her shirt and tossing a handful of berries into the makeshift basket. They were small berries, and Dove held one up the sun, studying it's color. It was odd, a light pink with dark violet patches, and as the girl popped one into her mouth and smashed it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue, she couldn't help but moan and close her eyes in pleasure. The berries were wonderful. Eagerly, with an added berry or two entering her mouth every few moments, Dove stuffed the fruits into her shirt.

A berry rolled out of the girl's shirt, and she stopped, deciding it was enough. If she needed, she'd return for more; she was sure that she and Hatter would finish them off quickly. As she carefully approached the edge of the mountain once more, a few more berries tumbled from her shirt, and Dove realized how stupid she'd been not to take a basket. I can't change that now, she mused regretfully, and dropped down onto the ledge, clutching the edge of her shirt tightly.

The way down the mountain seemed to take longer for Dove than the way up. She slipped multiple times, scraping her knee and palms as she struggled to keep from falling, and lost almost all of her precious berries in the process. But a good fifty or so were left, and Dove sang gently as she walked to camp to keep from dropping or eating any more. Her voice was sweet and melodic, but she sang very softly, and it was difficult to hear unless you were right beside her. As she approached camp, however, Dove's voice stopped abruptly, and she entered.

( ugh, sorry, this is awful xc i'll work on the style later as i didn't have much time )