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[Death-the-lover]

{{Ghost!! Where are you? V.V}}

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{ C l a i r e }

Claire Kimberly O'Brien ||Mixed emotions|| Outfit
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Everything happened in such a blur. First all she could remember was packing, packing, and packing. She was dressed in her PJs at first, just packing and packing and packing. So many clothes, just in case she didn't want to wear that outfit, and wanted to wear this one instead, or perhaps she felt picky and didn't want to wear any outfit but that certain one, or perhaps she just felt safer with having more to choose from. She always liked having a plan, always liked knowing what was ahead so she knew how to react, how to...adapt to the situation. Once she was done packing, she made her way downstairs. Everything was clean. As usual. She frowned, just maybe hoping that something would be out of place, and that she would be given a reason to blame her parents for once for being so...messy. But of course she wouldn't get that opportunity. Her parents were always so "perfect" that they expected the same from their daughter. But if you haven't noticed yet, they didn't get what they wanted. "MOM! DAD! I'm leeeaaavvinggg!!!" She shouted loudly, hearing her echo throughout the big house. No answer. She frowned, of course. She didn't understand why she always would do that...even if she knew they were already gone. Maybe so she could just stay sane. She sighed and made her way outside, her luggage slung over her shoulder. She looked down, at her outfit, muttering a curse to herself. She was still in her pajamas! She gave herself a mental head desk. "Seriously?" She sighed as she went back inside. Another reason why she wasn't as "perfect" as her parents. She dropped her luggage into the living room, then decided it looked better on the couch, as she ruffled the pillows and made it look out of place as she always did, and later on she would get scolded for doing so. She made her way to her room, the messiest room in the house...even if it wasn't THAT messy. She closed, and locked the door behind her as always and pulled out her drawer, searching through her unfolded clothes, and trying to find ones that weren't wrinkled yet. She sighed and pulled out her only unwrinkled shirt that had a huge 1D on it. "Great..." She muttered, she didn't want to look like a stupid fangirl...even though she kinda was. She did the same for her shorts, and slipped off her PJ shirt, then slipped on her 1D one, then she slipped off her PJ pants, and slipped on her shorts...She slipped on her socks, then slipped on her shoes...then she grabbed her shades and took a look in the mirror, noticing she already had her L for Louis necklace on her neck. She crumpled her brow, thinking and wondering why..."Ahhh.." She said nodding, remembering that she had forgotten to take it off the other night. She frowned, "Good enough." She shrugged, referring to her outfit. With a swipe of deodorant, and a spritz of perfume, she ran down stairs, grabbing her luggage and taking a bite of an apple, leaving it on the counter. Like her parents so much hated. She smirked, "Good bye mother! Goodbye father!" She called out, even though there would be no answer she did so, for the good of her sanity.

On the Jet...
Claire sighed, leaning back in her chair. Being bored easily...she was bored. She'd been in jets like this before, only once in a private one, counting this it was two. She looked out the window, trying to stop herself from staring at the boys, and asking them lots and lots of questions, and maybe fangirling like a freak. She ran her fingers through her hair before she scratched her eyes out. She was already getting a bit of motion sickness, but she tried not to show it. Sooner or later, she closed her eyes, trying to drown out the sounds and everything around her. She sighed once again and leaned forward, cradling her head in her hands quietly...She falls asleep for a short time, you could call it a nap. After some time, she wakes up and everyone is in a panic. She crumples her brow and clutches the arms of the chair. The world outside her window was going by so fast. She shut her eyes closed. This is not happening, this is not happening, this all a dream.. she told herself in that brain of hers. She opens her eyes and then everything seems slow. Everything is so quiet...nothing is happening, everything...slow motion. But then in one blink everything is so fast. She can hear the screams and the yelps, and then suddenly finds herself screaming herself. Then...just a few moments, or at least thats what it feels like...everything...goes...black.

Days Later...
My eyes widen as I try to remember where I am. My throat is so sore and as I open it, I feel as if...as if I can't speak. Maybe from screaming my head off from the other...night? Day? How many days has it been? I look around, and try to get up, and out of this...plane. Since I am still..inside of it. As I attempt to heave my body up, there is a piercing pain in my side. I quickly glance, then back forward. Wait what? I think to myself as I gauge at the thing stuck in my side. I feel warm blood trickling down my left side...I swallow hard, shutting my eyes tight as I pull the...stick? Thing? I dunno...out. I throw it far from me, breaking a window. It's the only way I see out...so I make a move for it. My eyes are so watery...and the air inside of the plane makes me cough horribly, making my chest and lungs hurt so badly. I breath heavily as I squeeze my way through a window. I fall, stomach first, to the ground with a huff. I clutch my wound with my free hand, the other is clutching sand. I pull my hand away from my bleeding wound and breath heavily. I feel the vomit tickling up my throat as I stare at my bloody hand...I swallow it back down. I feel tears welling up in my eyes, the throbbing from my wound makes it feel as if it will...explode. I finally get a sound out of my mouth. "H-hello?" My voice is raspy...and hurt sounding. Weak sounding. I hate this feeling...I feel so weak...I want to feel stronger. Powerful. Now, I am defenseless...and...injured. From the side of the plane I was on, I couldn't see anyone. Perhaps they were on the other side? Or somewhere else? "HELLO?!" I holler. It takes everything I have in me to scream that loud. I breath heavily once again, as if I can't get enough air into me. Is this what it feels like when you're dying? I question myself. Because if I was...I sure as hell wasn't ready. A tear falls into the sand and I blink back the rest that are threatening to spill over. I promised...that I would never let anyone see me cry.
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OOC: Hehe, sorry ^_^ I won't be on that much for about a week- or maybe more. I'm at my grand parents, and i spend most of the day hanging out with them. We went and bought 5 things of ice cream at Safeway, and a blue-berry cream cake. And then, we stayed up until 11 last night, while i was on here- watching mystery/crime shows. XD I've also been racking up a few hours of driving practice. Hanging out by their river front, and catching old memories. :3 I'm rambling again so... I'll set to work on replying. No recap needed, i read everyone's posts. (:

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{{Happy your back! Shall we continuue? : o}}

[|| Ghost ||]

OOC: Also, i have a plan- it's been running through my head all day. How about, Kester talks Harry into leaving Josh's body- or they could attempt to carry him back to Louis. Kester tells Harry, that Louis is still alive, and that she needs his help. Along the way, they run into Liam and Zayn. Then, the group goes and gets the plane part off of Louis. Kester goes out, to retrieve those coconut husks she say earlier- the ones she was throwing at the jaguar. (or clouded leopard - good idea by the way Eternal*Snow* ) Since everyone is starting to get hungry. But there's suddenly a change in the wind- and as she remembers the feline's submissive behavior, the first flood begins. :3

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{{Cool! Im up for it ;D}}

[|| Ghost ||]

OOC:

@ Death-the-lover - Okay ^_^

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-I finished my post. ^_^ Is it good enough? Or should I add more? Sorry it's so short, I'm in a hurry.-

[|| Ghost ||]

Ӄｅｓｔｅｒ Ｇｒｅｙｓｏｎ

{Song} {Feeling- Tired & Emotionally Drained} {Status-Single} {Location- @ Home-->The Plane-->The Island}

I'm not any good at cheering people up, so i was at a loss for words. I was trying to cheer myself up. But i swore to myself when was younger, that i would try to be as selfless as possible. I guess there are a few traits, that you just can't change. I'm trying to not completely break down, at the sight of all this. No- he can't be dead. Josh- he just can't be dead. I won't let him be dead. No, no, no... Slowly, i take a few steps towards Harry- and him... Trying to decide if i really wanted to believe it. My chocolate eyes, are round and fixated on all the sight of the blood.
I remembered when i was little- i accidentally, threw a rock at my neighbor's children. Okay- you'll probably have a hard time believeing this- but it's true. I honestly, didn't mean to hurt him. Sophie, the older sister, sat beside me. Her legs stretched out along the quarry. And i was standing, trying to throw rocks on the other side of the creek bed. Her brother, Logan, was skipping around us. And he made silly jokes about daring to jump right in the middle of my throwing. I told him not to- he didn't listen. And i lifted this huge- well huge, as in over exaggerated in size because i was only ten at the time. Huge rock. Logan giggled, and he jumped right in front of me. My grip slipped from the rock just as he jumped, and before i could do anything- it all happened so fast. There was a slow motion, and then the rock knocked him on the side of the head. Silence fell upon each of us, and i was gaping at Logan. Unbelievable. How could he be so stupid? How could i be so stupid? He felt around his head, blinking-confused... And then he saw the blood on his hand. And the blood started to rain down his face. It just wouldn't stop. And he began to scream. I was silent for a moment longer- too apalled to think straight. And he barrelled along home. Screaming for his mother. That night- i cried. I cried for a really long time, because i felt so terrible. My Mom smiled at me, as she held my head in her lap. Stroking my brown hair- wondering why i was crying. She said, "Logan's the one who should be crying." She was right- but i felt like i should be put to the death penalty for my actions. "I-i'm so-so- s-sorry..." Would you believe, that that night Logan's mother invited me out for pizza? I had to wonder whether or not it'd been poisoned.
That memory- is seared into my brain. And it resurfaces as i stare down at Josh. I've never seen a dead body before. At one of my Korean aunt's funeral, her husband offered if i wanted to give her a goodbye kiss. But i was too afraid. And instead, i snuggled beside my father- shaking my head in protest.
Harry was shaking too, i think he'd literally gone mad. And i didn't like seeing him this way. I was so used to, that happy-go-lucky Harry. The perverted, funny, charismatic Harry. The one who everyone knew- the one on TV. That Harry. So how come, right now- he seemed just as broken as Josh's body? I knew the reason why- i didn't want to admit it. I couldn't accept it. That he was... Dead. And i touched Harry's shoulder gently. Catching myself- before i started to cry too. No, Kester- this is one of those times where you just need to turn off those feelings. And shutup. Survive. Just, survive- for now.
"Harry... I found Louis. But he needs help- please... Please come with me. We can- we can come back for Josh..." I swallowed. Preparing to say it- just say it. Say it, and get it over with. I felt like throwing up as i spoke.
"And give him a proper burial..." I can't believe i said it... I really said it. My body still felt numb. But- wouldn't he still be here by the time we got Louis unstuck? He would, wouldn't he? It's not like Josh- could just get up and walk off. No matter how much it pained me to admit. It just stung- it stung like hell, to get this extra dose of reality. That not all of us had survived. And that, it wasn't going to all end up a happy ending. That we could die too, that we- ... We were expendable...

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@ { l a u g h t e r } - Looks good, it's a nice post. ^_^

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Louis was asleep, but not for long. His adrenaline was starting to fade and pain was begining to fill his body. "Ugh" he squinted his eyes at the throbing feeling in his waist and legs and small cries of agoney slipped from his lips. Kester... he thought, hoping she was on her way, and safe.