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[christine,]

ｃａｓｓｉｄｙ ｈａｗｋｔｈｏｒｎｅ

the doctor llwearing ll with Tristan
She chuckled, handing him a cotton swab with antiseptic on it. "Just try and get all the blood off that you can. If there is some that is just being stubborn, you can leave it." she instructed him, grabbing another clean bandage from the box As soon as the pilot finished cleaning her up, she decided that she was going to go help the other survivors with their wounds, try to clean them up as best as we can. "We have to get a camp soon, or send up flares or something...." she murmured, looking down. "Don't we?" she asked Tristan, blinking quickly.

[Takin' a Hiatus]

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Ｒｏｓｈｎａ Ｍｅｌｅｋ Ｇａｕｈａｒ

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The mope - Sixteen - On the island - Terrified and in pain - With Roman - Wearing

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The raven-head shook her grandmother, "Please wake up!" she exclaimed as millions of thoughts entered her head and made her uneasy. "Please, I beg of you!" she stated as she felt her voice growing weak and her arms shaking. The girl felt it harder than ever to breath. She decided to calm herself a bit and with shaking hands grabbed her grandmother's wrist to check for pulse. Many seconds went past and she still couldn't feel a single pulse. No breathing, no movement, no pulse, no vital signs; nothing! Absolutely nothing!

The girl trembled as she was sure of herself now. For the next few minutes she sat there like a statue in an attempt to comprehend the matter in a more better manner. She tried too understand and accept the fact but as soon as she had accepted the fact, she lost it. Her now blood-red hand was placed on her mouth as she tried to scream. Even though her mouth parted open as if she were screaming but no sound came out. Her lips mouthed the word 'dead, dead' but still no sound came out. She couldn't still believe it but it was felt as if she had to. Being sane yet insane at the same moment was a painful thing to experience.

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"Ｓａｄｎｅｓｓ ｉｓ ｂｕｔ ａ ｗａｌｌ ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ ｔｗｏ ｇａｒｄｅｎｓ. "

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[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 took the cotton swab from Cassidy with a smile, "Will do." He said, cleaning her up with a careful, surprisingly steady hand. Once done he looked over her face, glad to see he seemed to have done a decent job of it. He thought for a second about the camp, trying to work out hat could be used. Realising he hadn't given Cassidy an answer, "Yes, I can start with that, I was thinking about going back into the wreck and see what I can find..." He said, although the thought o seeing that scene again wasn't nice, he knew there could be some things... Maybe luggage, or anything which could be of use to them really.

[christine,]

ｃａｓｓｉｄｙ ｈａｗｋｔｈｏｒｎｅ

the doctor llwearing ll with Tristan
Silently, the doctor got to her feet, dusting herself off. She grabbed the first-aid kit lightly, her hands starting to shake from the strain of the day. Where was she? Was her family missing her? Trying to banish the thought of that from her head, she turned her head toward the screams. "... medical assistance!" she heard someone shout- a man by the look of it. A young girl seemed to be in hysterics as she ran over as fast as she could to the scene. "What happened? Is she alright?' Cassidy asked the man, her brow furrowing. The girl didn't seem to have any serious injuries on her, then... "Oh." She saw it. The young boy and the grandmother, their eyes open, laid on the sand. She leaned down and took a pulse. Biting her lip, she reached over, silently shutting the now-dead people's eyes.

[LondonRenée]

Ƭнɛ Ѧιиσя

;; Arabella Jones ;; Female ;; 17 ;; Crush- {to be Noah} ;; On the beach ;;

Arabella glanced over at him. "Don't you want to go look for them?" She wondered why he was helping her, and not looking for them. She was the annoying girl who had ruined his day up until the crash, she didn't necessarily deserve the help. She had a feeling that the dogs meant more to him than he was letting on, too. "I'll help you look for them. If you want.." She offered, looking back at the site of the crash. Noticing a man calling for help, she could barely make out what he was saying, she felt another wave of sickness. He must have found someone dying - or dead already. She started to move in their direction, even though she wouldn't be able to help much, then stopped when she saw someone else step in to help. Instead, she looked back at Noah, wondering if he wanted to look for his dogs.

[sakatoharaki]

Roman

[Wearing] [ мaℓє ] . [ тнє вυsιиєss мaи ] . [ Beach ] . [ 26 ]

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Never live in the past because the world doesn't wait
on anyone for any situation. It keeps turning whether
or not you are ready to move on with your life. You
have to treat life like a treadmill. Keep running.
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Roman 's heart dropped when no one heard him. Or at least no one made a move to help him at the time. With anger and frustration Roman made his way back down the beach to ward the girl hoping she was fairing better than he was. If no one else was going to step up he would do what he could for the family. But fate had other plans. He was too late. Their bodies were still and the girl wept over them like anyone would in this situation.

Slowly he made his way to the girl's side, dropping to his knees. Carefully he took of his suit jacket and draped it over the girl like a blanket. Roman let her cry but looked at her with a soft expression to let her know he was there if she needed support.

[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 watched as Cassidy headed towards others in need, hesitantly making his way back towards the wreck as he went inside, seeing the horror scene that awaited him yet again. He blocked them out for now, concentrating on the luggage on the floor as he opened up what appeared to be an child's backpack, finding sweets and colouring ins inside of it. He closed the bag back up and put it over his arm since there was no chance of it fitting his back, continuing on as he searched through other bags, looking for any food or anything useful before going back to the beach, dumping down the few bags of which he had rescued as he decided to continue trying to get that lock undone.

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
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 smiled slightly at Arabella's offer, "You don't want to see what its like in that wreck." He said in a statement, although he longed to continue looking for his beloved mutts he didn't want to subject Arabella to the sight of all those bodies. Then again she was going to have to see them again at some point, maybe it would be ok... With that thought he looked up to her with a smile, "Alright, its Jack and Coal, Jack is pure black and Coal is a very dark sable, both are german shepherds, and well, if you find either be careful, they don't exactly like strangers and well, this situation won't be helping them much." He said, he had a howl which they replied to, but the thing was he was scared incase he tried it and didn't get a reply, it was possible that when the plane was going down they landed at another part of the island... Or in the water.

[Takin' a Hiatus]

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Ｒｏｓｈｎａ Ｍｅｌｅｋ Ｇａｕｈａｒ

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The mope - Sixteen - On the island - Terrified and in pain - With Roman - Wearing

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The girl noticed a woman run over to her grandmother and nephew and check them. She didn't even bother to tell her it was useless as she stayed in the same position. The only difference was that tears had streamed down her cheeks and stained them with the colorless liquid. No motion was made as she remained silent and watched the woman examine her family. And finally close their eyes. She looked down and a few tears fell on the sandy earth below her feet dampening it with her tears.

The same moment she felt a warm arm over her shoulder and a jacket to cover her. Her ebony eyes rose to meet his and she bit her lips in an attempt to stop crying but it was impossible to at that time. "They are dead." she was able to speak but the sound was almost above a whisper and very shaky. "Dead." she added once more with a shrug and with that she burst into tears finally reaching the last step of the acceptance that they were no more. The young girl quickly hid her face in the man's chest without asking and hid her face in the refuge like an ostrich does when it feels danger near it. Her hands clutched onto his shirt and the only noise she made was of soft hiccups.

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"Ｓａｄｎｅｓｓ ｉｓ ｂｕｔ ａ ｗａｌｌ ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ ｔｗｏ ｇａｒｄｅｎｓ. "

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[christine,]

ｃａｓｓｉｄｙ ｈａｗｋｔｈｏｒｎｅ

the doctor llwearing ll with Roshana and Roman
Cassidy winced that the girl's tears. Wounds she could fix, but didn't know how to mend a broken heart. Seeing that this was obviously a tender moment for the two of them, she blinked at the man. "I'll be back in a few to check your wounds." she whispered, nodding quietly before walking off. Suddenly, she felt terrible for the poor girl. For all Cassidy knew, that could've been her only family. To lose that, and be stranded on this... this island, would be too much for even the composed doctor to handle/

[LondonRenée]

Ƭнɛ Ѧιиσя

;; Arabella Jones ;; Female ;; 17 ;; Crush- {to be Noah} ;; On the beach ;;

Arabella knew he was trying to protect her from the sight of the bodies, and while she didn't want to see it either, she wanted to help. "Nobody wants to see it. But I'll be fine." She said, realizing that she was saying 'I'm fine', or 'I'll be fine' a lot. Was she really fine? Were any of them? Smiling, as he gave her the details about the dogs, she nodded. Arabella started walking back towards the broken plane, ignoring the protests of her ankle. Her brown eyes searched the beach, looking for anything that may be one of the dogs, as she made her way towards the awful scene. She was determined to help him find the dogs, at least it would make her feel as though she was being useful in some way. She was just terrified at the idea of finding them hurt - or worse.