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[christine,]

ｃａｓｓｉｄｙ ｈａｗｋｔｈｏｒｎｅ

the doctor llwearing ll with Tristan
The thought of going back to the plane made all the blood drain from Cassidy's face, leaving her white as a ghost and shaking. There was no way that she could get near the aircraft and still manage to keep her lunch down, with the blood and the bodies and dying people. "Or maybe we can continue to try and get this one open." she muttered, mostly to herself, then went to cleaning her wounds with the rag. Besides the wide gash above her forhead, there wasn't anything life-threatening, and she was glad to admit that she wasn't going to need surgery. "Where are we, anyways?" she looked up from her cleaning and looked around. Wide sandy beaches, trees, and ocean was all she could see, and determined that wasn't a good thing. "W're on an island." she breathed, looking around. "And I don't see a building anywhere. Deserted island." she groaned, pulling her knees up and dropping them on her face. She couldn't cry, not with someone watching, excpecially the pilot of the craft that just went down.

Sorry, I've been cursed with the world's worst writer's block today T-T]]

[Freedom!]

( Its fine, I am doomed to having nothing but a phone to post from so yeah, we're both stuck xD )

Tʀɪsᴛᴀɴ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ

➜ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Tʀɪsᴛᴀɴ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ
➜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Mᴀʟᴇ-Sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ
➜ Aɢᴇ: Tᴡᴇɴᴛʏ Oɴᴇ
➜ Sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏᴛʏᴘᴇ: Dᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ
➜ Pᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ: Tʜᴇ Pɪʟᴏᴛ
➜ Wʜᴇʀᴇ: Uɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ Isʟᴀɴᴅ
➜ Cʀᴜsʜ: Cᴀssɪᴅʏ-NᴏᴛYᴇᴛ
➜ Sᴏɴɢ: IғTʜᴀᴛsOᴋWɪᴛʜYᴏᴜ

I Wouldn't Mind Dying In A
Plane Crash, It'd Be A Good
Way To Go. I Don't Want To
Die In My Sleep Or Of OD, I
Want To Feel What Its Like.
I Want To Taste It, Hear It,
Smell It. Death Is Only Going
To Happen To Me Once, I
Don't Want To Miss It.

Tristan seen Cassidy going white, taking that as a sing that as he had first expected, not many people had survived. He blamed himself for this, he should have been more persistent with them that they wouldn't get through that storm, why did he have to listen to them? He knew already that everything with them was about money and publicity, well this was going to bring a lot of publicity, just not the right type. He took his first, proper look around the place himself, it only taking a few seconds before he realised that they were on an island, but he had to try to find a Brightside, "Maybe we're just on the end of it, there could be buildings further in." he said, although he didn't believe it himself, the sounds, smells, and scenery didn't look like that of a well populated area, plus would there not be at least someone walking along the beach? He looked around for more survivors, seeing a few others moving around, hoping that they would be ok, "I should have went down with the plane." He said, "Like a Sailor goes down with his Ship, A Pilot goes down with his Plane." He added, looking out to the water at the thought of sailors and ships, maybe... Maybe they would have some luck.

[christine,]

ｃａｓｓｉｄｙ ｈａｗｋｔｈｏｒｎｅ

the doctor llwearing ll with Tristan
"And maybe I'm a millionaire that likes to ride rainbows." Cassidy rolled her eyes, wiping her hands on her now-soiled outfit. "I need to find some new clothes- if I have to spend one more minute caked in blood, I'm going to flip." she grimanced. "There's plenty of luggage around here- you want anything?" she offered, biting her lip lightly. "And you know, itmight be a good thing you survived. We'll need your sense of direction to get out of this hellhole." she stood up, dusting the sand off of her shirt. Walking down the beach, she found a suitcase, battered and torn. The owner of this is probably dead. she thought as she opened it. Nope, mens clothes. LEaving it out for Tristan, she found another, and it was women's this time. Finding a shirt and a pait of battered jean shorts, she ran up the beach and behind a tree, where she discreetly changed into the new outfit, ditching the old one in a bush.

[LondonRenée]

Ƭнɛ Ѧιиσя

;; Arabella Jones ;; Female ;; 17 ;; Crush- {to be Noah} ;; In the plane ;;

Arabella looked up as she noticed someone moving closer to her. Recognizing the guy she had spilled her coffee on, she half expected him to yell at her again. She watched, a bit surprised, as he ripped his shirt and put the piece of fabric to her bleeding head. Listening to what he said, she smiled slightly. The plane crashing defiantly topped the spilled coffee - at least based on her opinion. "I'm Arabella. But you can call me Ara, or Bell, or Bella." She told him quietly. Having several nicknames could get confusing, but she was used to it. When she was little it seemed like everyone she knew shortened her name to their own personal nick name for her. She just went with them all, not really caring what people called her - she didn't talk to many people anyway. She glanced at his leather jacket, still feeling guilty about it. "I didn't ruin it, did I?" She asked nervously. Laughing at herself mentally, she wondered why she was still so worried about the jacket, when there was much more important things to worry about at the moment.

[Freedom!]

Tʀɪsᴛᴀɴ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ

➜ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Tʀɪsᴛᴀɴ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ
➜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Mᴀʟᴇ-Sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ
➜ Aɢᴇ: Tᴡᴇɴᴛʏ Oɴᴇ
➜ Sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏᴛʏᴘᴇ: Dᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ
➜ Pᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ: Tʜᴇ Pɪʟᴏᴛ
➜ Wʜᴇʀᴇ: Uɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ Isʟᴀɴᴅ
➜ Cʀᴜsʜ: Cᴀssɪᴅʏ-NᴏᴛYᴇᴛ
➜ Sᴏɴɢ: IғTʜᴀᴛsOᴋWɪᴛʜYᴏᴜ

I Wouldn't Mind Dying In A
Plane Crash, It'd Be A Good
Way To Go. I Don't Want To
Die In My Sleep Or Of OD, I
Want To Feel What Its Like.
I Want To Taste It, Hear It,
Smell It. Death Is Only Going
To Happen To Me Once, I
Don't Want To Miss It.

Tristan looked at Cassidy with a raised eyebrow, thinking he'd misheard her but shaking it of, knowing how she felt about being caked in blood. "I'll find something, you help yourself, you've done more than enough for me already." He said, "Unless I learn how to walk across water... Well I am useless." he pointed out, then again maybe this island connected up to somewhere, now wouldn't it be perfect if that somewhere was Italy? He could still deliver what, Two people their safely? Well wouldn't that be a great achievement. He pushed himself up, wincing at the pain from moving all of a sudden before pushing it to the back of his mind, there was more important things than his own well being, and well he couldn't sit there all day. He seen the suitcase that Cassidy had left open, moving over to see it was men's clothes he pulled out the top pair of loose jeans along with a black shirt, pulling his own shirt of over his head as he threw it down, seeing what the pain in his torso had been when he seen the gash on his stomach, leaving the shirt over his shoulder for now as he changed his trousers, the last thing he was worrying about right now was privacy as he pulled the new pair on, leaving his old stuff there as he looked back at the wreckage, hardly believing this had happened to them.

Nᴏᴀʜ Hᴜᴛᴄʜɪɴs

➜ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Nᴏᴀʜ Hᴜᴛᴄʜɪɴs
➜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Mᴀʟᴇ-Sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ
➜ Aɢᴇ: Eɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ- Nᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ
➜ Sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏᴛʏᴘᴇ: Tʜᴇ Rᴇʙᴇʟ
➜ Aᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ: Bʀɪᴛɪsʜ-Iʀᴇʟᴀɴᴅ
➜ Wʜᴇʀᴇ: Uɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ Isʟᴀɴᴅ
➜ Cʀᴜsʜ:Aʀᴀʙᴇʟʟᴀ-Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ
➜ Sᴏɴɢ: Gᴏᴏᴅ Iɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs

Cause there's a man over board
And the tides gonna drag him down
If there's a man in the clouds
Then tell me where the hell is he now
Why is the silence so loud
Have I thrown it all away
Lemme know, Lemme know
Tell me is that what happens just for having a
good intention, tension ohh ohh
Look what happened to my Good Intention,
tension ohh ohh
Why won't anybody answer my question
Why is the silence so loud
I think I've thrown it all away
I don't know, I don't know
But lemme know
Hear me out before you label me the bad one.

Noah listened to her nicknames, unable to help but smile, "Well which ones your favourite?" He asked, deciding that was the best way around it, plus maybe she liked being called her full name but not many people called her by it anymore. He couldn't help but chuckle as she asked about ruining his jacket, "Don't worry about it, I am sorry I yelled at you, I was just having a really bad day because nothing was going right, and well you just happened to be the one that got the bad end of things." He said, removing the piece of shirt briefly from her head to see how it was, "How does it feel now?" He asked, since he really was no doctor or anything, he couldn't tell much about it other than it looked a bit better now that there wasn't quite as much blood.

[LondonRenée]

Ƭнɛ Ѧιиσя

;; Arabella Jones ;; Female ;; 17 ;; Crush- {to be Noah} ;; In the plane ;;

Arabella shrugged a little. "I guess I don't really have a favorite. I just accept what ever people want to call me." She said honestly, she never thought much about her name - or names. "And it's okay, I would have been mad too." Okay, maybe that was a little lie. She rarely got mad, and even if she did, she couldn't show it well. Same with standing up to people, she just couldn't do it. Part of being so shy, she assumed. When he moved the piece of shirt away, she smiled a little. "Much better, Thanks." Just talking to him was calming her down and distracting from the pain. She glanced around before asking hesitantly, "Is anyone else..okay?"

[christine,]

ｃａｓｓｉｄｙ ｈａｗｋｔｈｏｒｎｅ

the doctor ll wearing ll with Tristan
She walked up to him, a faint smile on her lips. "Well, that's what he have for now." she shrugged. "But I'm going to have to man up and get to those supplies." she bit her lip, wincing at the thought of it. "And find the survivors. If we survived, there's got to be others." Cassidy reasoned, frowning. Raising her hands to her mouth, she faced the beach. "Hello, is anyone there?!" she shouted, waving her arms.

[Freedom!]

Tʀɪsᴛᴀɴ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ

➜ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Tʀɪsᴛᴀɴ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ
➜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Mᴀʟᴇ-Sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ
➜ Aɢᴇ: Tᴡᴇɴᴛʏ Oɴᴇ
➜ Sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏᴛʏᴘᴇ: Dᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ
➜ Pᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ: Tʜᴇ Pɪʟᴏᴛ
➜ Wʜᴇʀᴇ: Uɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ Isʟᴀɴᴅ
➜ Cʀᴜsʜ: Cᴀssɪᴅʏ-NᴏᴛYᴇᴛ
➜ Sᴏɴɢ: IғTʜᴀᴛsOᴋWɪᴛʜYᴏᴜ

I Wouldn't Mind Dying In A
Plane Crash, It'd Be A Good
Way To Go. I Don't Want To
Die In My Sleep Or Of OD, I
Want To Feel What Its Like.
I Want To Taste It, Hear It,
Smell It. Death Is Only Going
To Happen To Me Once, I
Don't Want To Miss It.

Tristan looked at Cassidy with a raised eyebrow, thinking he'd misheard her but shaking it of, knowing how she felt about being caked in blood. "I'll find something, you help yourself, you've done more than enough for me already." He said, "Unless I learn how to walk across water... Well I am useless." he pointed out, then again maybe this island connected up to somewhere, now wouldn't it be perfect if that somewhere was Italy? He could still deliver what, Two people their safely? Well wouldn't that be a great achievement. He pushed himself up, wincing at the pain from moving all of a sudden before pushing it to the back of his mind, there was more important things than his own well being, and well he couldn't sit there all day. He seen the suitcase that Cassidy had left open, moving over to see it was men's clothes he pulled out the top pair of loose jeans along with a black shirt, pulling his own shirt of over his head as he threw it down, seeing what the pain in his torso had been when he seen the gash on his stomach, leaving the shirt over his shoulder for now as he changed his trousers, the last thing he was worrying about right now was privacy as he pulled the new pair on, leaving his old stuff there as he looked back at the wreckage, hardly believing this had happened to them.

Nᴏᴀʜ Hᴜᴛᴄʜɪɴs

➜ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Nᴏᴀʜ Hᴜᴛᴄʜɪɴs
➜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Mᴀʟᴇ-Sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ
➜ Aɢᴇ: Eɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ- Nᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ
➜ Sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏᴛʏᴘᴇ: Tʜᴇ Rᴇʙᴇʟ
➜ Aᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ: Bʀɪᴛɪsʜ-Iʀᴇʟᴀɴᴅ
➜ Wʜᴇʀᴇ: Uɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ Isʟᴀɴᴅ
➜ Cʀᴜsʜ:Aʀᴀʙᴇʟʟᴀ-Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ
➜ Sᴏɴɢ: Gᴏᴏᴅ Iɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs

Cause there's a man over board
And the tides gonna drag him down
If there's a man in the clouds
Then tell me where the hell is he now
Why is the silence so loud
Have I thrown it all away
Lemme know, Lemme know
Tell me is that what happens just for having a
good intention, tension ohh ohh
Look what happened to my Good Intention,
tension ohh ohh
Why won't anybody answer my question
Why is the silence so loud
I think I've thrown it all away
I don't know, I don't know
But lemme know
Hear me out before you label me the bad one.

"Alright then, I'll call you Arabella or Bella, I think they suit you best." He said with a smile, not sure whether to believe or not she would have been mad, for some reason Arabella didn't give him the vibes of an angry person. He looked around when she asked about anyone else, "There was a few people... Most I don't think will make it." He said honestly, thinking about the few others who he'd seen moving, deciding right away he couldn't let Arabella see them, he doubted she'd be alright surrounded by bodies. "Is there anything you need that I can get for you?" He asked, at least with someone else to concentrate on he could take his mind off of everything else, and that he was thankful for.

Tʀɪsᴛᴀɴ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ

➜ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Tʀɪsᴛᴀɴ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ
➜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Mᴀʟᴇ-Sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ
➜ Aɢᴇ: Tᴡᴇɴᴛʏ Oɴᴇ
➜ Sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏᴛʏᴘᴇ: Dᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ
➜ Pᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ: Tʜᴇ Pɪʟᴏᴛ
➜ Wʜᴇʀᴇ: Uɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ Isʟᴀɴᴅ
➜ Cʀᴜsʜ: Cᴀssɪᴅʏ-NᴏᴛYᴇᴛ
➜ Sᴏɴɢ: IғTʜᴀᴛsOᴋWɪᴛʜYᴏᴜ

I Wouldn't Mind Dying In A
Plane Crash, It'd Be A Good
Way To Go. I Don't Want To
Die In My Sleep Or Of OD, I
Want To Feel What Its Like.
I Want To Taste It, Hear It,
Smell It. Death Is Only Going
To Happen To Me Once, I
Don't Want To Miss It.

"Yeah, well its clothes that aren't stained yet, counts for something." He said, looking towards the plane wreck before back at Cassidy, "I'll get the kits, you try to find more survivors and call me if you find anyone." He said, since that as the least he could do. Tristan glanced around to see I he could see any movement before heading towards the wreck with Haca on his heels, as soon as he entered the wreck he seen their wasn't movement, blocking the image of the people... the children looking blankly at him as he headed to the first aid kit at the back next to the bathroom, punching the glass in so that he could get it out before continuing down until he found where the luggage was stored, it took him a bit longer to find that first aid kit but once he did he went back to the beach with them both, looking around to see where Cassidy had went.

[doncaster.]

{I've got a friend coming over today so I probably won't be posting for a bit as I don't want to be anti-social :3}

The last thing I saw or heard was Sonia. She told me she loved me and then the entire world
fell into a black abyss. I didn't know where I was or who I was with, but I couldn't see anything
and I just felt like going to sleep. My head hurt and I could smell smoke. People were crying out
and screaming. Sonia.... I had to know she was okay... Where was she?
...
I woke up, my head felt like a cinder block, it was heavy and it hurt to move my neck. There was
a stinging sensation in my chest, but for now I chose to ignore it. I had never put my seatbelt back
on while on the plane, so I was no longer in the seat. I could feel ground beneath me though. It was
rough and scratchy. I knew that texture. I was on sand. I heard someone calling my name. Sonia.
She was alive. I moved my body and forced myself to sit up wincing as my muscles ached. "Sonia?"
I croaked. She would never hear me like that. I cleared my throat and called out louder, "Sonia! I'm
here, where are you?" M mouth was dry, but I had to find her, now.

███████ ♚ ████████

ＳＫＹＥ

███████ ♚ ████████

Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide

███████ ♚ ████████

[parlaymars]

__Ａｌｉｃｉａ.__

→ { ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ } . { sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs } . { ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ } . { ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ }

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ｓｈｅ'ｓ ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ
▬▬▬ ＩＮ ＨＥＲ ＳＩＭＰＬＥ ＬＩＴＴＬＥ ＷＡＹ.
ＳＨＥ ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＨＡＶＥ ＴＯＯ ＭＵＣＨ ＴＯ ＳＡＹ ↶
ｗｈｅｎ ｓｈｅ ｇｅｔｓ ｍａｄ.
↷ ＳＨＥ ＵＮＤＥＲＳＴＡＮＤＳ.
ＳＨＥ ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＬＥＴ ＧＯ ＯＦ ＡＮＹＴＨＩＮＧ.▬▬▬
ｅｖｅｎ ｗｈｅｎ ｔｈｅ ｐａｉｎ
ｇｅｔｓ ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｂａｄ.
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-----Alicia stayed, hand pressed into the soil, until hot red blood began to course its way into the ground via her arm. She inspected it, her panic fading and replaced by a sort of dull awareness.

Shock. I'm in shock. she mused, carefully probing her wound. She realized it wasn't that deep and wasn't life threatening, so she left it be and stood up, wiping her hands on her pants and striding off down the beach.

-----The girl ignored the bodies littering the sand and pushed her damp hair out of her eyes impatiently, spotting Cassidy. However, she was to far away to make out her words over the screams, and saw that survivors were grouped in twos along the beach. A blonde man and a dark-haired woman, two dark-haired people, Cassidy, the pilot, and herself. Alicia felt the nagging feeling that there were other survivors, so she picked her way between bodies and started to check their pulses, one by one. She pretended they were fish, and didn't look at their faces; hoping she'd find someone that was still alive.

-----When she got close to a man who looked about her age, she abandoned the bodies in favor of him. She touched his shoulder gently, a small smile lighting up her face.

"Are you alright? No major injuries?" she said briskly, tearing off the end of her shirt in case he was hurt.

{{She's talking to Mason.}}