[ adoxography & inc ]

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it was supposed to be a vacation -- a getaway. whether you were on the
plane to discover yourself, or travel with your family, or just have fun; it
stops mattering when the plane nose dips and screaming fills the plane and
water fills the windows. it stops matter when you wake with your hands
cold and your feet numb. it stops matter when you find yourself washed
ashore on an unfamiliar island and the plane parts scattered.
time: evening | season: summer | days stranded: 1

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n. christopher morris | age. 21 | gender: male
pos. witty, intelligent, calm, careful, analytical
neg. withdrawn, oblivious about emotions, hard
to get to know, very stubborn, very confident
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christopher was with his single mother and his
little sister -- the two people he cherished the
most in his life. they had been taking a flight
to run away from newyork, the city buried in
haunted memories. | christopher has always
been an introvert, loving books more than other
people. because of this, christopher has grown
up emotionally inept and awkward around
others. this trip to a new city and a new school
was meant to give him a new oppurtunity to
make more friends and invest in a career.

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Merk spent the beginning of his flight nestled between his two younger siblings as all three played a racing game on their phones. It didn't take long for the competition to get out of hand as they compared scores and cheered each other on. It was inconsiderate, but fun nonetheless. Their parents sat behind them, counting the seconds until their long-awaited vacation began. It had been a topic of conversation for the family for well over a year, although Merk still wasn't clear on whether or not it was his antics that they required a vacation from. There wasn't too much trouble he could get into while in remote cabin, but he was determined to make the best of it.

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△ambitious△resourceful△optimistic△
△reckless△smart mouthed△troublemaker△

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All he could remember was a jolt and complete darkness. The ground seemed to be heaving beneath him as his eyes fluttered open and reality began upon him. Instinctively, his hand shot up to shade his eyes from the sun as he became all too conscious of his extremities. Everything hurt. Like the lag on one of his video games, his head was foggy - it took him a moment to realize that he wasn't actually moving. Suddenly, the peanuts he had eaten on the flight churned in his stomach, and he shot up for them to make their reappearance in the sand. Pressing his eyes shut and retching, his internal organs threatened to leave him as well. Mercury dug his hands into the sand as his stomach emptied itself violently. Sand? Something wasn't right. Blinking back the tears, he forced his eyes to adjust to the light and waited for things to come into focus. Water?

All too quickly, the young man stumbled to his feet and looked around, still staggering back and forth with every turn of his head. Just over the treeline behind where he landed, he could see a large, black cloud of smoke wafting into the salty air. As though battling gravity, he rushed forward like a bat out of hell, shoving aside leaves and vines until he was faced with the burning remains of the metal giant. Merk could feel the heat before he saw it, but nothing could have prepared him for the height of the flames - licking up the sides and lunging at the sky and surrounding trees. The man stood, transfixed as the gears began turning in his head. A choked cry left his throat when he remembered that everyone that had ever been properly important to him had been within arm's length on that hunk of iron. Staggering dangerously close, he tried to circle the mass to see if there was any part of it that hadn't already been swallowed by flames. It seemed to be missing some of the front half, but it was nowhere to be seen. It seemed as though his legs were the only part of him that complied to his will as he tried to call his sister's names, but the words caught in his throat.

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n. christopher morris | age. 21 | gender: male
pos. witty, intelligent, calm, careful, analytical
neg. withdrawn, oblivious about emotions, hard
to get to know, very stubborn, very confident
x

Christopher Morris awoke, and for a moment, it felt like any other morning -- y'know, despite the burning feeling that chased all his nerve endings. For a moment, he was confused -- then, he turned onto his side and he vomitted, spewing out water and whatever else he had had previously. A cold washing feeling strummed his back and ran down his neck, and his legs felt as if they had been sawed right off. Wincing lightly as a pain pulsed in his head, he place his hands behind him and pushed his upperbody up. As he glanced around, his eyes buzzing with darkness dulling his senses, Chris could spot the flood of trees around him and rising smoke.

Then, it hit him. He was not at home. He wasn't piss drunk after drinking too much. He was outside. He was outside and -- he glanced around and spotted debris. Scraps of metal littered the ground and suitcases lined the edge of the ocean he had been previously lying on, the water lapping at his feet and teasing his cold skin. Bringing his hands to his temples, Chris rubbed his head gently at the ebbing pain. What happened? What-- what happened? He boarded the plane on a trip to visit his new university and his new life-- and he was alone? Something didn't feel right there. Glancing back at the plane crash, a sinking feeling clambered inside him and a ball of metal dropped inside his stomach. He was not alone.

"No," He whispered to himself as he attempted to push himself back onto his legs but pain shot through his body and he collapsed in a fit of yelping. His mother-- his sister. They had both been with him. He scanned the plane debris for body parts, but he spotted none. Perhaps they had survived? He gulped. He could only hope for the best right now-- he had to focus on his own survival at the moment. Turning to his left leg, he ran his hands along the skin and the torn jeans. His body was probably bleeding right now-- how many hours since the crash? He glanced up at the sky and noted that it was a darkened red, a colour he had so much enjoyed before when tainting the sky, but now, it appeared as if an omen. His hands smoothed over his leg once more, he rolled up the leg sleeve and spotted a gash in his knee. Yikes.

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△ambitious△resourceful△optimistic△
△reckless△smart mouthed△troublemaker△

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The young man stumbled through the new treeline made by the wreckage, struggling to keep up with the way his propelled him forward haphazardly. He was looking to a way in - any way in. As he realized more and more that nothing could be done, he founds his voice again and screamed a web of obscenities. Too dry from the sand and salty air to cry, he screamed and yelled until his voice was hoarse. It wasn't long before he found himself standing in front of the mass of steel, numb and silent. It felt as though the world around this place had gone on and he was stuck in time, listening to the crackling of the fire and the creaking of the metal as it lost its supports. With the numbness, came the ability to think more logically. The top of the plane had been ripped off, as well as the cockpit. Perhaps it was his disdain for seat belts that saved him. He pushed such a bitter realization to the back of his mind as he looked down at his clothing, tattered and stained with blood from the odd cuts that littered hid body. It was strange, seeing these slashes, but not being able to feel them.

Having decided he was in shock, he began following the trail the plane left as it slid across the ground to the shore. Feeling as though he was floating, the young man started gathering luggage he found easy to drag along behind him as he walked. He wasn't exactly sure if he was gathering supplies, or simply taking them somewhere safe for their owners to retrieve them later. The last thing he wanted to think about was the fact that the latter would probably never come.

Still, someone must've survived. It was a full flight, he couldn't have been the only soul to have lived through such a cruel twist of fate. Making it back onto the beach with a gaggle of suitcases following behind him, he stopped in his tracks at the sight of a body crumpled in the sand. He dropped his hands, more out of surprise than necessity and rushed forward.

"Are you alright?" When the words finally came, they hardly sounded like his own. Peering done at the man, he spotted the laceration on his knee and swallowed hard. He did not have the stomach for blood.

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n. christopher morris | age. 21 | gender: male
pos. witty, intelligent, calm, careful, analytical
neg. withdrawn, oblivious about emotions, hard
to get to know, very stubborn, very confident
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Chris had been scanning the area after finding the wound, trying to discover if it was a tropical area or a more northern area. He had been on a trip to his university which was further south than Canada-- where he lived-- but at the moment, with the pain muddling his mind, he couldn't pick out where. He rubbed his head gently. Plants and herbs and food would depend entirely on the temperature, and he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to live on food in baggage that wasn't destroyed. Rubbing his knuckles against his lips, Chris sighed. He was alone. He'd always liked being alone. Interacting with others was effort and tiring. Glancing around at the plane wreck and the sinking sun, Chris brushed his hair back with one hand. Now, he would die for someone to talk to.

Glancing at his wound again, he wasn't sure how long he simply stared out at the ocean, but his thoughts had been broken when a voice interrupted his pondering.

"Are you alright?"

Chris swung his head at the direction of the voice, and his eyes widened slightly. For a moment, Chris's eyes took in the sight of another person, and he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. Breathing out, he felt himself shiver, and he tugged the sweater wrapped around his person tighter, and bit his lip. "I'm fine," Chris replied, pausing for a moment to ponder the sound of his voice. It was wobbly and higher pitched than what he was used to, and this took him aback. It had been awhile since he had heard himself speak-- or perhaps it hadn't and it just felt like awhile. It almost sounded like his voice was an entirely different entity-- and entirely different person speaking. "I'm good." He wasn't sure who this man was-- he wasn't sure where he was or what he was doing-- the worst thing he could do for himself and the person was provide vulnerability.

"Uhm-- did you see anyon-" Chris stopped himself. He couldn't let himself seem desperate. Asking if the stranger noted anyone else was stupid, and the person would've definitely stopped if they saw another person. Maybe that person simply didn't notice anyone?Yeah, that would make sense.

"Are you okay as well..?" He asked in return, biting his lip.