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[LondonRenée]

Ƭнɛ Ѧιиσя

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

Arabella smiled, she wasn't called by her real name often, usually only the nicknames. It was nice to have a change. Her smiled disappeared as he admitted that he didn't think many will make it. There were so many people on the plane, so many people were dying right now - or were already dead. Just thinking about it made her feel sick. "No, I'm fine, I think." She said, then tried to stand up. "We need to try to help the others, maybe if we get to them fast enough..." She said, knowing it was probably too late. And how could they help, with out the proper supplies or medicine, or anything? But she still had to try, she couldn't just sit and do nothing while there people dying. She winced as she got to her feet and her left ankle sent another shock of pain.

[christine,]

ｃａｓｓｉｄｙ ｈａｗｋｔｈｏｒｎｅ

the doctor llwearing ll with Tristian
Cassidy scanned the surface of the beach. There seemed to be quite a few survivors- around seven or eight people were littered across the sand, and that was all that she could tell. She needed supplies first. Seeing Tristan return from the damaged plane, she jogged up to him. "Did you... thanks!" she smiled, gingerly taking it from him. "Sit down- I'm fixing you first." she gave him a stern look, knowing that he would object. To her suprise, there was quite a bit of stuff in there. Taking an alcohol swab, she ran it over some of his shallower cuts, then placing a bandage on the deeper ones. "Where are you more serious injuries?" she asked, tilting her head.

[sakatoharaki]

Roman

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

╔══════════════════════╗
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.
╚════════════════════╝

Roman finished cleaning the girl up with his shirt. His soft eyes turned to meet hers as he spoke to her in a low tone, "No there are others alive. We are just a bit scattered away from the group." He said sitting next to the girl in a relaxed way. He was sure that the younger girl had no intention of moving any where any time soon. Roman pushed his flowing blonde air out of his face sighing as his thoughts consumed him. The business man looked to the girl again trying to erase his mind off the outside world because now they were really stuck with a slim hope of getting out. But her face helped him focus on the here and now as much as he tried to avoid it. He tried to make small talk with her it might ease both their minds until she could move and they could figure out what was oing on, "I 'm Roman." He said with a small smile.

[Freedom!]

(Sorry phones messing me around )

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 smiled at Cassidy, letting her take the first aid kits. He opened his mouth to protest but her look said it all, so instead he did what she said and sat down, watching as she ran the alcohol swab over some of his cuts, mainly the ones from the glass more than anything else. "You know you really should be helping others, I am sure theres someone worse of than me." He said, not having to think much about her next question, "I think my chest took most of the impact, I'll be fine through, keep the supplies for someone else." He said, realisation dawning dawningon him they really were stuck here, he tried to remember when the next flight out this way was, but it was useless, he was piloting the plane over this part for the best part of a week, and he doubted they'd let anyone use this route for awhile.

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 shook his head, "Its no use Arabella, if there was any chance of them surviving I'd say, but..." He said, instinctively grabbing onto her so she wouldn't fall when he seen her wince, "Come on you can't walk on an ankle like that, you'll do it more damage." He said, only having one idea other that literally carrying her around. He lifted his jacket over his shoulder before bending down, "You to old for piggy backs?" He asked teasingly, trying to lighten the mood a bit on this terrible day.

[LondonRenée]

Ƭнɛ Ѧιиσя

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

Arabella sighed, knowing he was right. She couldn't stand to think about it, and even more not being able to do anything about it. She was thankful that he reached so she wouldn't fall, she felt like she was about to. "I'm fine. I think it's only sprained." She said, taking a deep breath and glancing down at her ankle. It was bruised, but it wasn't broken. She bit her bottom lip, looking back at him. She knew it would hurt to walk on it, but she didn't want to seem helpless. She smiled a little at his joke, but was determined to walk on her own. "You don't have to carry me, I can do it."

[parlaymars]

__Ａｌｉｃｉａ.__

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

◤-------------------------------------------------------◥
▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ✧ ▅▅▅
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.
▅▅▅ ✧ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
◣-------------------------------------------------------◢

-----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.}}

[Freedom!]

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 smiled as she said he didn't have to carry her, "Well at least let me help you walk by yourself." He said, although he often didn't get along well with people like Arabella, she was the only one who he was sure was in a good, stable condition and well, he owed it to her for yelling earlier. He offered her his hand for support, glancing around to see where they could go, finally deciding on further up the beach so that she wouldn't see any of the bodies or dying oeople, that was an image no one wanted to see, so the least he could do was protect her against it.

[christine,]

Cassidy pulled away, rolling her eyes. "Say that again and I actually will let your infections rot away what's left of your arm." She snickered, applying the last bandage on his arm. "Okay, chest damage. Take off your shirt." She ordered, cheeks turning bright pink. Normally she wasn't embarrassed by this sort of stuff, but considering tr circumstances, the though of seeing him shirtless made her to pink. She could only hope that he didn't notice, or if he did, not to mention it.

[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 grinned slightly at Cassidy's comment, "Fine I'll give over about it, do you always get your way?" He asked teasingly, nodding when she said to take of his shirt. Tristan couldn't help but notice her blushing, deciding not to mention it as instead he pulled the shirt off of himself, setting it down beside him as he looked back up to Cassidy, since he was no doctor he didn't know exactly how nuch damage there was, or anything other than it hurt to stretch it too much.

[LondonRenée]

Ƭнɛ Ѧιиσя

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

Arabella smiled and nodded, taking his hand. She let him lead her farther up the beach, trying not to wince from the pain her ankle was giving her and thankful for the support. She looked around the island in front of them, hoping she might see a building somewhere. If this was a deserted or unknown island, they were doomed. They might have survived the crash, but how long could they survive on an empty island? As the reality set in, she just wanted to curl up and cry somewhere. Was there any point in even trying? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, thinking like that wouldn't help anything. She couldn't just give up.