( ♛ )“Jae-woo Hyuk”
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Sunlight. Blazing, hot sunlight.
Sand tickled Jae's fingers and waves crawled up to kiss them, coaxing the young man awake. Jae started, a wide-range of emotions swelled inside him like the storm that brought him here. Storm. Memories came flooding back as Jae rose to his weak legs, a kaleidoscope of colors blocking his vision so he couldn't make sense of anything he was seeing. His hands jerked up to a large cut by his temple, oozing blood as it stung from the salt water. Jae couldn't — no. Wouldn't understand.
"Why the heck am I here?" He wondered out loud. His memories were foggy but as much as he desperately tried to make it appear as he had no clue, he did. A storm decimated the ship. Everything he had brought was gone. His phone, his laptop, his clothes. Gone. It was probably pathetic to worry about material items when countless could have died but that's just how he was.
If he survived though, why shouldn't some of his belongings or at least someone else's luggage? He searched the beach, turning in frantic circles. He practically lunged at a suitcase half buried in the sand and ripped it open. He looked at the the items, upset that half of it was full of women's clothing but his scowl disappeared when he uncovered four water bottles! Who packs water? He thought for a moment but shook it off. Who cares why? He had water and the sight of it made him realize how thirsty he was. He unscrewed a bottle and downed it in one go, wiping his face off with a sleeve once it was empty.
Something in the distance caught his eye. A figure. A human figure. They appeared to be a girl, mirroring his own actions a few moments ago as she searched the remains of the wreckage. He held up a water bottle, the light dancing on its reflective material. She was probably just as thirsty. No, wait, shouldn't he keep them to himself? He didn't know how long he would be on this stupid island and he should reserve his resources... But alas, the human inside him overcame the practical, strictly-business side he inherited from his parents and he found himself ambling over to her.
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Justice Mclain”
“ ( 24 ) | (❣️) | ( female ) | ( tagged = none ) ”━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Searing hot pain shot up Justice forearm, jerking her awake in an unpleasant way. She groaned, wondering how she would have gotten hurt when all she'd been doing was sleeping on a lounge chair by the pool on the paid vacation with her aunt. Only, she couldn't remember feeling so gritty and wet. Her eyes adjusted to the light and her lips parted in a gasp but her throat was so dry that nothing came out. Not even a squeak. Where am I? She pondered, stumbling desperately to her feet but a foot was caught in the sand and she tumbled forward, throwing her arms out to catch herself. Only, she forgot she was injured. Her left arm screamed with pain and she clung to it as she fell back onto the sand, water lapping at her innocently as if it wasn't the very thing that had possibly destroyed the cruise ship and brought her here. She tried again, managing to rise without falling onto her face.
Justice examined her arm where a nasty wound stretched from the inside of her wrist to her elbow. She winced at the sight of crimson blood, which seemed to be all over her clothes.
She wanted to scream and scream she would if her throat wasn't so scratchy. This was something that happened in the movies! Not to her! This was supposed to be her vacation! Some nice quality time with her au— Where was her aunt? Frantically combing the beach, she found nothing. Not even a sign. Tears stung her eyes and her lip trembled. She was all alone on an island that, as far as she knew, was deserted and her aunt was probably dead. Drowned. She was never a good swimmer. The thought made Justice laugh hysterically. Why would you go on a cruise when you didn't even swim? Her laughter turned to sobs and she returned to the sand, arms curling around herself. She cried what little water reserves she had left in her before drifting into a dreamless sleep where nothing, not even reality could touch her.
