♆ Salt Water ♆

[breeze']

♛ Ａｉｄｅｎ Ｅｌｌｉｅ Ｃｏｌｌｉｎｓ. ♞

- ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ - ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ - ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ - - Eᴀsᴛᴇʀɴ Fʀᴏɴᴛ - - ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ -

She felt wet, extremely wet. The sensation kept running up and down her legs, steadily creeping up her body. It was as if she was lying on her back on a beach and the waves were gently rolling on top of her. But she wasn't on a beach. Was she? Aiden searched her memory, but she couldn't find the answer. It was weird. The last thing she could remember was winning that competition and then- oh… Crashed. The "waves" crept higher, until it reached her hips, a small tingling sensation all the way up to her waste. A rush of silent wind whizzed past her face, causing her to blink, but she couldn't. Brushing away the gritty stuff with a shake of her head, her hair flying around her in the process. With minor hesitation Aiden surveyed the scenery around her. All she could see for miles was forest. Tree’s and green. A tropical paradise for the holiday families- but for her it was a dug out grave just waiting for the body to fill it. Panic gripped her as tightly mother renewed with her child -- too tightly. Breathing in and out always helped out in these situations, but unsurprisingly it failed miserably. Craning her neck backward as far as it would go, she managed to find some trees and sand in her behind her- only a small patch of sand it was unusual to see it amongst all the greenery. All she knew is that she needed to get out of this patch of water. Water. Suddenly her throat felt dry and sandy- a fit of coughs jumped up her throat and the urge to feel liquid was overpowering. Staring at the puddle of water she knew that if she was to drink a drop the thirst would only get worse. She tried to raise her hand up, but it could only go up about a millimetre. The teenager tried lifting the other hand, but again it could go only up by a millimetre. She shook her head sharply and tried again. This time her hands obeyed her brains command- they rose and slowly she sat up. A sharp searing pain shot down her left arm. A wince and a yelp of pain followed the sensation as she realised that she was hurt. After she got over the surprise she slowly craned her head to look at the top of her shoulder where the main of the pain was coming from a rather scarily large rock was wedged in to the flesh. With another yelp and a growl she plucked the gravel content from the wound; she then threw the bloody rock up into the tree’s; too a place that she couldn’t see. Great. Her T-shirt was ruined.

She sat her hands behind her body supporting the weight- her eyes drifted too her feet. She was wearing army boots- the normally polished black shoes were scuffed and dusty from the crash. Even in a situation like this Aiden’s mind began to wander to the fact that when she got back- if she got back- if her parent could afford to get new ones. They were expensive boots. She needed them! They were her only nice shoes! The only other shoe’s she owns are sneakers and trainers. No heels and no flats. She is like a drunken middle-aged man when trying to walk in those God-forsaken things. She wore no socks. Like always. She wore high wasted denim shorts; with tights…Which were now. Oh- ripped to shreds. She cursed at the sky hoping that somehow her best friend Liberty could hear her all the way back in England. No luck. Stupid Liberty had made her wear shorts instead of her normal combat trousers. Look where that has got her now. Normal people would just take off the holey piece of rubbish but Aiden hated her body and would rather kill herself than show off her legs. She hated that all the other girls her age had tanned legs and toned stomachs. She was pale as anything- coming and living in Ireland for most of her life gave the task of tanning a really difficult twist as red is Harley the same as brown. Tucked into the shorts was a very baggy top. It hung off her smaller body. On it was three words. I hate you. She liked this top- it was one of her best. Now it had a nice blood stain on the short sleeve. On her wrist was quite allot of bracelets- one was a silver chain with little silver letters hanging down. It was the most expensive thing that she owns. The little words were separated with a heart. Kiss me I’m Irish. It was given to her by her brother. Before he went to jail. She also had braces connected to her shorts one was pulled over her shoulder and one hung completely off the shoulder. Aiden didn’t like belts they always ride up and make marks on your back. Her hair was plaited over her shoulder. Most of it had fallen out though. Even with this she made no effort to sort out the current state she was in. She looked like some kind of bum- homeless person. With ripped tights and bloody t-shirt.

With a huff she finally began to look around- trying to find which way too the shore- find the shore and hopefully the rest will be there. One Direction and the four other girls… Um… What were their names? Ah. One was named Kester. She had her best friends with her- lucky. Aiden was here alone and was going to have to cope. Then those boys One Direction. What if they were dead? The world would go crazy; Liberty would cry forever because Aiden knew that her best friends loved One Direction. What if some of the girls were dead? She just couldn’t accept this thought. Aiden didn’t know these people but if she survived then they deserve to too. She looked around- the branches of the trees were like dark lines that have followed the movements of the silence; the leaves thickly cover the branches as if the silence wanted to conceal itself… The forest is like a great reservoir of silence out of which the silence trickles in a thin, slow stream and fills the air with its brightness. It was haunting to be so alone. The rattling wind swimming though her hair, directed her over her shoulder. With a turn of her head, She felt the scene change; as if someone had set wallpaper to scenery it was a forest as clear as day. The roaming insects of various sizes and colours through the land of green. But one thing disturbed this scene, which made it look more real yet so inviting. The embedded and untouched trail running down the centre of this alluring forest. She was unsure how it got there. Must have been natural erosion- it couldn't be man-made as nobody would waste their time on something so pointless. She pulled herself onto her feet; rocking onto the balls off her feet when she did. She realised that she needed to find someone. If not she might go crazy with insanity. I suppose- what else could you go crazy with… “Anyone?” She shouted her voice rough and afterward she broke down in coughs and splutters. “Is anyone there!” Her Irish accent rang out in the silence.

It is a disappointing first post... I am really sorry for making it a bit sucky but it is late and I have a big competition tomorrow- I will post for my boy soon... Or tomorrow depending as I am so behind on my writing. I have so many role plays to keep up with!

[S⊕ul]

♪ ʘɭɪϑɪɑ ϓσυηg ♫

{Discombobulated/Hopeful}{Location- Western Shore}{Alone?}

Arms hanging limply at my sides. Feet dragging in the sand. Back hunched over in weariness. Is it really possible to be the only one to have survived? My eyes were glued to the blue tuned black laces hanging from my converse. I won't see anyone looking at my shoes. I straightened my back like my mom would want me to, and stared ahead. My left hand reached over and turned my ring around and around like I do whenever I'm nervous. I'm glad that that had managed to stay on my finger from the crash, my mom gave it to me. The icy blue bracelet I had made was still on my wrist, and that made me think back to Kester. I had made similar ones for all of my friends. I was so deep in my thoughts, that I almost missed a foreign sound. It wasn't the call of tropical birds, or the waves beating against the shore. It almost sounded like someone calling out. I felt a flutter of hope blossom in my chest. I tried to quench it so I wasn't too disappointed if it was just one of those voices in my head deciding to speak up to mock me. "Hello?" I shouted as loud as I could. It was impossible to tell whether it was a male or female, for it sounded too distant. Please be my friend, I begged. Where did it come from? There it was again, from behind. It sounded like a name. Liam. So, it must be one of the boys. A bitter pill went down my throat about it not being my friend. With a turn of my heel sent me in the other direction, a little energy found in my reserves. I tried to run, but ended up doing a shuffle half-run trot. My pace slowed down to a my shuffle, that little energy already gone. The person calling appeared in my sight, still a little blurry due to my dry contacts. I squinted, it looked like Louis, or a giant potato. "Louis?" Normally, now would be the time that I would clam up due to being shy. But what looked like a red stain, even from this distance, stopped that from happening.

[water-witch]

| cici samuel - western reach |

I open my eyes to a blue, blue, sky. I slowly sit up and look around, and though I don't want to believe my own eyes, I know I have to. The plane had crashed. I try to remember everyone else who was on board. Kester Greyson. Olivia Young. Aiden Collins. Alice Blue. Harry Styles. Niall Horan. Liam Payne. Zayn Malik. Louis Tomlinson. And me, Cecilia Samuel. Thank you, memory! I push myself off the sand in an a attempt to stand and wince, feeling a sharp pain in my leg. I ignore it and stand, hobbling a long trying to find someone, anyone. Suddenly, I hear a voice. "Liam!" It's definitely Louis, I would know the voice anywhere. I squint, trying to find him. "Louis? Anyone? Are you there?" I call out, trying to make my usually soft voice as loud as possible. "Is anyone there! Please..." my voice trickles away. I took up too much energy. I'm hurt, I need to look at it. I don't want to, but I collapse on the sand again and reluctantly look at my leg. it's worse than I thought, bloodied and bruised, battered and cut. "Not broken, though." I say bitterly to myself, taking off my ripped white cardigan. Won't need it. I have another coat. Still, I wince when I rip it, but I need to wrap up my leg. It's not serious, but I hate blood. I tie the last knot in the temporary fix for my leg and lie down. I tug my coat tight around me. It's not cold, but it's lonely.

[doncaster.]

☯ Ⓛouis Ⓦilliam Ⓣomlinson☯
.|♂|Where:An Empty Beach|With:Alone?|Feeling: Dazed and Shocked|.
My blue eyes scanned around the vast landscape as I heard a voice calling my name. I wasn't a very deep voice so I figured it was probably one of the girls. Regardless of who it was, I was glad that I wasn't alone out here. I gathered the last scraps of my strength and pushed myself up off the sand that still clung to my clothes and skin. I felt like I might fall over, but I managed to keep myself upright. I got used to standing on my feet again and looked around. In the near distance I could definitely see the figure of a person. "Hello?" I called out to them scratchily, regretting the fact that I didn't know any of the girls names. I began to walk towards them. I could hear another female voice calling my name too, remarkably grateful for the fact that anyone else was out here at all. As I drew closer to the first girl who had called out my name, I slowed down slightly, unsure of how she might react. She was obviously injured as well which didn't come as much of a surprise. I knew that I needed to find everyone, but I had no clue how big this island was, or how dangerous.

[S⊕ul]

♪ ʘɭɪϑɪɑ ϓσυηg ♫

{Discombobulated/Hopeful}{Location- Western Shore}{With Louis}

Another voice drifted over, definitely one of the girls. But not who I would like it to be. Now that I can see him clearer, Louis looks alright. He's hurt, but he can walk. That's all that matters right now. In the movies, now would be the time that the people might embrace in happiness that they're not alone, or they start clucking around them asking how badly they're hurt. Not me, no. I stand there awkwardly, bringing my hands up to crack my knuckles. Another nervous habit. "Um...hi?" I say, more of a question really. What a way with words you have there, Olivia. The girl's voice snaps me back from my internal mocking. We should probably go make sure she's okay. "Erm, is your arm okay?" That's alright to say, since it is covered in blood. And he had to be traveling ready before finding anybody else. "Patch it up before we go check on whoever the person yelling is," I added on in a mutter. God, I could practically feel the awkward oozing out of my pores. A closed my eyes for a brief second, hopefully gathering my wits.

[doncaster.]

☯ Ⓛouis Ⓦilliam Ⓣomlinson☯
.|♂|Where:An Empty Beach|With:Mystery Girl|Feeling: Worn Out|.
A shroud of relief washed over me slightly, which was quickly shoved out of the way by an awkwardness. She didn't seem to be all that talkative either, but I could hardly blame her after a plane crash. I watched curiously as she cracked her knuckles, possibly out of nerves. I raised an eyebrow and looked at my arm "Um, Yeah I'm fine" I said, examining my blood stained T-shirt. "You?" I asked, hoping to come across as polite, though I doubt manners were really that much of a worry hear. I then remembered the other voice I had heard calling out, another of the girls I believed. I nodded in agreement that we should go and make sure she is okay. The more people we rounded up, the better off we would be. One thing was for sure, I had no plans on calming down completely until we had found at least a couple more of our friends. The girl who hadn't told me her name seemed to be looking for someone too, probably a close friend. I had recalled her chatting with one of the girls, and was quite sure that was who she was so frazzled about."C'mon, we'll go check up on her" he suggested, glancing at where he had heard the other voice coming from.

[S⊕ul]

♪ ʘɭɪϑɪɑ ϓσυηg ♫
{Discombobulated/Hopeful}{Location- Western Shore}{With Louis}

From here, I suppose it was safe to say that awkward was my specialty. It was quite comical how Louis's face went from relief to something due my gracelessness. I had to resist the urge to let out a small laugh, now was not the time for such a thing. "You?" he asked. I blinked once, saying, "What? Oh, yes." My quick add on saved me from further embarrassment than I had already achieved. But, that's what I get for spacing off all the time. After his mention of the girl we heard, I started heading off in the direction that her voice came from. I couldn't remember her name, so I wasn't sure what to call out to her. Instead I cupped my hands around my mouth, calling out a simple, "Hello?" That made me realize that Louis probably didn't remember mine either. Eh, that didn't matter right now, and if he really needs to know he'll ask. We just needed to focus on finding the other. Three so far, that was about a third of everyone, a little less, of the passengers. Most of One Direction needed to be found. And three other girls. Not to mention the pilots and the rest of the crew, if any of them even survived.

[doncaster.]

☯ Ⓛouis Ⓦilliam Ⓣomlinson☯
.|♂|Where:An Empty Beach|With:Mystery Girl|Feeling: Worn Out|.
Understanding that this girl wasn't exactly one who could instantly be comfortable around a complete stranger, I bit my lip gently and turned my head away to save her from any awkward eye contact. I looked back at the sandy beach and looked around to where I had definitely heard the voice of another of the girls. "Where Are You?" I called loudly, ignoring the dryness in my throat and taking a wary step across the sand. He wondered whether or not people were out looking for them by now. Maybe they didn't even know they had gone down yet. None of that really mattered at the present time though, right now, the only things of vital importance were locating everyone and making sure they were all okay. I felt a sudden pang of worry about all of our families. They would be so awfully worried. Our mothers would probably be pacing the houses and making a phone call to every service avaliable. I looked back at the girl who's name remained a mystery to me. I wondered if asking her would make this situation slightly less awkward for both of us. "Uh.. Whats your name again?" I asked carefully.

[water-witch]

| cici samuel - western reach |

I hear voices, but I'm too tired to see who it is. I strain my ears and try to identify them by the voices. A boy. Probably Louis. A girl. Either Kester or Olivia. No...that's Olivia. I wince as I push myslef up again and try to get oever to where I heard the voices coming from. "Hello? Is anyone else there?" I groan as pain shoots through my leg again. Not time for walking yet. But I try to ignore the pain and tell the probable Olivia and Louis that I know they're there. "Hello? I hear two people..."

[S⊕ul]

♪ ʘɭɪϑɪɑ ϓσυηg ♫
{Burned Out}{Location- Western Shore}{With Louis}

My gaze flickered over to him, hearing him ask what my name was. "Olivia," I say as a yell resounded. "Over there!" There was somebody barely visible sitting in the sand. Our coarse of direction had been off, she was a little more off to the left. She wasn't standing, that could be seen even from this distance. Let's just hope that it was because she was just to tired, not because of an injury. Louis and I were lucky not to get anything major. I let out a breath before picking up my speed. The sand made it harder to move, and I could already feel the grains moving around the inside of my shoes. I knew it was one of the other three girls, it didn't sound like my friend. "We're coming."