Insula, The Heart Of Existence Options

[nic_nac]

Flying....., if it's not the terminal where you are pulling your hair out due to delays or heaven forbid cancellations, it's the flight itself.

The food is lousy, the stewardesses secretly hate your guts, somebody three rows in front of you passed gas and it's still floating around, the onboard flight entertainment is out of date and definetly not entertaining. A baby is crying, the line for lavatory is too long, the pilot's voice sounds annoying and nasal. You feel sick and all you want to do is skip this damned journey that is this aeroplane.

Don't even get me started on the crash.....

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Chapter One: The Big Bang
Day One, Morning
Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean ~~~> Crash Site
IC: The Pilot

"Flight 283, verifying with JFK that flight schematics and diagnostics check out, we've been getting some pretty odd numbers up here." Said Jeremy, now on his eighty ninth flight.

"We.....Static.....feasable.....More Static.....please respond." Replied JFK's control tower.

Grunting in impatience, Jeremy switched off the comm link between them and JFK. "We'll switch over to L.A. and see what figures they're getting." He said in a montonous voice to the co-pilot.

Before Jeremy could flip the switch, a large black gap in memory came into existence, leaving Jeremy and his co-pilot in utter dissaray. The plane was shaking heavily, rumbling in the rear as even the pilot's could hear the noise the rattling luggage was making.

Disoriented and panicking, Jeremy ordered his co-pilot to access the flight box to see what the hell had happened. Meanwhile, Jeremy wrestled the throttle and pushed buttons hastily, trying to regain control of this giant, out of control juggernaut.

That was when the clouds cleared, before them was an island, so quaint, so untoutched by man. It was too late, for both the pilots and their inability to prevent the corruption of man to spread to another place upon the face of their planet.



..... BOOM.....


The Pacific flight ploughed into a sandy coast of the island, crushing the flight-deck and all those in it. To the rear of the plane, a large fire begins to blaze, bodies are strewn around the cabin area, people are concussed, afraid and alone.


Fasten your seatbelts.....


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[Misunderstood]

Chapter One: The Big Bang
Day One, Morning
Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean ~~~> Crash Site
IC: Anastasia Avner

Anastasia always flew, she couldn't tell you how many countries she had in her passport, nor how many times she had been to each one. Sighing she reclined her chair and rested her eyes, closing them. She hated flights like these, with the awkward people like the man sitting next to her. Brown haired and blue eyed...or was it brown? She couldn't remember.

Adjusting her sun dress straps she wrapped her blanket around her. She always flew with her own, who knew how many people used the airplane ones before her. Yuck.

When the plane jerked, she didn't think anything of it, just turbulence - but when it got rougher, she sat up in her seat as the light dinged and there was an announcement to place seats back in the upright position, tuck the trays away, and buckle up.

Instinctively she gripped the arm rests, accidentally grabbing a hold of the man's hand who was sitting next to her. As the plane went down, every muscle in her body tensed but she started to force herself to breathe naturally, relaxing them so when they finally hit, she wouldn't get too injured.

The rest was a blur, she knew people were screaming. As the plane hit, she was wretched forward, hitting her head on the seat in front of her as luggage fell on her. As the plane settled, she was still gripping the arm rests.

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[Dear Prudence]

Chapter One: The Big Bang
Day One, Morning
Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean ~~~> Crash Site
IC: Naomi Fernandez


"I swear to god..."
Naomi muttered under her breath as two kids behind her kicked her seat and threw peanuts at her. Grinding her teeth, she rested her forehead in her fingertips and looked back down at her Better Homes and Gardens magazine, eyes scanning the colorful floral display on page 54.

'That would look great on the rooftop, some magnolias and maybe a few tulips...'

Naomi thought to herself, trying to get distracted as the plane began to shake.
Flying. She hated it more than amateur night at the Karaoke Club or when she couldn't get pants hemmed to her long leg length. About ready to rip the armrest off her seat and club one of the children, she buckled her seatbelt and leaned back, breathing in and out deeply, trying to calm herself.
The crusade of the kids behind her continued as they pulled on a lock of her hair, Naomi snapped back at them with biting words and a sickening tone

"If you touch me again I will beat you two to death with this armrest and leave your body for the animals."

The children shuddered a bit, retracting into their seats and Naomi whipped around again, facing the front of the plane and rubbed her temples. She didn't need this, after a long night of loud music, spilled drinks and jet lag.

Suddenly, the rumbling got louder. The plane was spiraling out of control.
Being knocked unconscious by debris hitting her head, she lay in her seat as the plane crashed into the sandy depths of the island. It was almost her grave, the fire started behind her as she flew middle class, the smell of smoke burning her lungs.

Reaching up and feeling blood trickle down her face, she gasped her air and she groggily undid her seatbelt and fell to the floor, crawling on her hands and knees to redemption. Anything was better than this, she gashed her knee as she squeezed her way through the jagged edges of a hole.
Falling down to the sand, she looked around for anyone else alive, coughing violently to clear her lungs.
She looked around hazily, the oasis of the tropical sand clashed with the blood and fire of the plane.
A nightmare was around Naomi, but it had to wait as another awaited her, her head fell to the ground as she drifted off into unconsciousness.

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[QPegasus]

Chapter One: The Big Bang
Day One, Morning
Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean
IC: Charles Morin

“Would you like some sugar with that?” the stewardess asked in a forced, yet polite way. She said those same words hundreds of times this week. Even more this month. “Erm, no, thanks. It’s okay” Charles declined. Even though the coffee on board was terrible, he had to drink some. Just because... well, he didn’t know why, really.

He browsed through the pictures he made during his trip. The girl sitting next to him, at the window, had asked him if she could see some. They got talking on the plane. Her name was Phoebe, she was Texan and went to visit her cousin in Tokyo.

“Well, this is me with a katana sword, dating from the Samurai era” Charles said to Phoebe, quite proud of himself. He browsed further, not really waiting for a response. “And this is me in Samurai armor!” Charles said with sparkling eyes. “That’s cool,” Phoebe answered, “I like Samurai.” A shy smile formed upon her lips.

All of a sudden, he felt the plain shaking heavily. The pilot was saying... erm, something, probably to reassure the passagers. Charles didn’t understand the message. People were screaming and panicked, some fell out of their seats and oxygen masks were made available for everyone. Charles’ coffee fell and hot liquid had found its way to his lap. The luggage was shaking, the lavatory and cabin doors were smacked open by the force of the shaking plane. And if all that wasn’t enough, a brute force smacked Charles against the seat in front of him. He felt dizzy and a perpetual darkness covered his sight....

Chapter One: The Big Bang
Day One, Morning
Crash Site

“Hey...” Charles felt someone poking in his side, but couldn’t quite react. “I think he’s dead. Should I poke him in the eye?” A man’s voice was speaking. “I don’t think you should, come on, that’s just... growse” someone responded. They were interrupted by a big bang.

Charles opened his eyes and turned slowly, seemingly confused and dizzy. “What happened? Who are you? Where... where am I?”

He looked up. Two men were looking over him. A sharp sun ray met his eye and Charles had to turn away and close his eyes for a second. “Erm, I was sitting on a plane and it started shaking and... now I’m here.” Some other people joined them as Charles tried to stand up. “And now... we’re here. I recognize some of you.”

Charles was able to stand up and walked up for a few meters and then was mastered by a lot of feelings he shouldn’t be having. He watched over what once was a plane. Remains of what used to be a pacific flight, and now is rubbish, fragments and pieces shattered across a beach. There were bodies and suitcases lying everywhere.

Overwhelmed by the brute sight of disaster, Charles collapsed, uncounscious.

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[nic_nac]

Chapter One: The Big Bang
Day One, Morning
Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean ~~~> Crash Site
IC: Tim Reeves

Custody. It sucked. Two hulking men, feds sitting either side of him, watching that he didn't do anything, he couldn't even breath without their permission.

When the plane began to shake violently, Timothy shuddered, he hated flying, not because of all the usual reasons, but because he was so afraid of crashing, that's right, crashing, the most raer of all the occurances in aviaton history. It was stupid, but he had a genuine phobia.

The plane crashed, the men sitting beside him smashed into the seats in front of them, having not put on seatbelts for security reasons.

Fortunately, he was fairly near the front of the plane and therefore far from the fire. Breaking free from the cuffs hurting his wrists with the key from one of the large men, he opened one of the emergency exits, shouting to all the surviving passengers to get out.

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Chapter One: The Big Bang
Day One, Morning
Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean ~~~> Crash Site
IC: Laura Feng

Laura was in row one, seat one. If anyone would have something to complain about, it would be her, but it wasn't in her nature, so even when the cabin shook and the stewardesses couldn't offer her any courage or hope, she did not mind.

Laura faded to black when the crash took place, but woke up moments later to see a man indicating an exit. One she was only too happy to take.

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Chapter One: The Big Bang
Day One, Morning
Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean ~~~> Crash Site
IC: Dylan Howells

Dylan was flirting with a woman beside him when turbulance kicked in. Being older and more wise, she advised him to fasten his seat belt more securely, he grinned laughing at the thought of doing something so 'unmanly', but as soon as the rocking of the flight began to take over the minds of the passengers, he was happy to oblige.

The plane crashed, Dylan was left unscathed, but concussed slightly, the woman beside him was dead, he didn't care, he was too youg to care. A man was directing people out of the plane. He accepted his offer and swaggered out of the plane, minding that his clothing and other worldy possessions were unharmed aswell.

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[Dear Prudence]

Chapter One: The Big Bang
Day One, Morning
Crash Site
IC: Naomi Fernandez


Breathing heavily, Naomi's eyes slowly opened, the wreckage still around her. A sharp, stabbing pain in her leg let her know about the gash, she pressed her hands against it as she tried to pull herself up, sitting now.
Eyes darting around for some sight of life, she heard cries and screams of panic in the background as fire engulfed the back of the plane, creeping ever so slowly.
It was like torture, not knowing if they were going to live or die, but Naomi silently thanked something for her survival.

A glimmer of hope shot up as she saw a few survivors coming out, a man ushering those out through an emergency exit. Coughing violently once again, she cleared her lungs of ash and smoke from the fire and with bloody hands she crawled near the water, splashing some on her burning wound and on her forehead. Feeling the rush of cold water down her face calmed her a bit, her hands were shaking from the shock of everything. The crash, the fire, the death. Everything seemed to spin around her, Naomi closed her eyes tight and focused. Struggling to get to her feet, she stumbled over to the wreck and looked around again, disorientated.
Not able to control it, she seemed to yell out of desperation

"What the hell just happened!"


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[Sylar JPC]

Chapter One: The Big Bang
Day One, Morning
Crash Site
IC: Noah

Noah could not wait to get back to solid ground due to his slight fear of flying but then again what were the chances of his plane crashing?. If it was not for the drinks he had shared with his new clients maybe he would have had a chat with the women sitting next to him. Overall it had been a bad morning ever since he left the hotel. First missing the taxi, then the plane but lucky for him he managed to catch this one.

A sudden jolt catches his attention as the plane begins its sudden decent. A soft warm hand gripped his own causing Noah to look at the horror displayed on her face. Although it did not stay that way for long as she regained her calm which spread over to him. Slowly his own breathing until a piece of heavy luggage struck his head causing Noah to fall unconscious.

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[liam]

Chapter One: The Big Bang
Day One, Morning
Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean ~~~> Crash Site
IC: Alex Speight

When then turbulence first started Alex was on his way back to his seat from the bathroom. When a large jolt shot the plain into chaos it threw him up to the roof and threw him back down. He shook his head when he it the floor and scrambled to the nearest seat and strapped himself in as the plane began to go down. He leaned over to the window and could see the plain wings taking immense pressure and land beginning to form underneath them all he closed his eyes and hoped for the best.

The next time Alex opened his eyes he was laying on a beach with a burning sensation on his face. He stumbled to his feet and looked around seeing people and body’s just lying there not being able to tell who is dead and who isn’t. He put his hand to where the pain was coming from. He had slashed his left side of his mouth creating a half Chelsea smile.


((OCC: a Chelsea smile for in case people don’t know is sort what the new joker from batman it is a cut on either side of your mouth and creates a permanent smile but my character only has it on one side))

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((OOC - liam, an aeroplane is spelt plane and feat is spelt feet, thanks ))

Chapter One: The Big Bang
Day One, Morning
Crash Site
IC: Tim Reeves

Tim frantically pulled people out of the plane, seeing Alex, he hauled him out of the seat and walked
outside where he lay him down, telling him to stay here.

He returned into the plane, where he saw both Anastasia and Noah sitting. "Quick get outta here!" He said, unbuckling their seatbelts and setting them free.

That was when he saw a girl at the back screaming what had just happened. "C'mon." He said, signalling to her, as walking towards her would almost certainly cloak him in smog from the fire. He daren't go in.

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People who could flooded out of the plane, taking what they could with them. But there was no need for that, the fire was already being doused naturally, having taken many lives in the back of the plane.

Around three-quarters of an hour later, the survivors from the crash gathered outside the plane, both staring at the havoc that had been created and mourning the dead.

Tim stood up, he was from the military, he had led those who had none, even if he hadn't done it so successfully.

He was at a loss of words, but eventually he found them.

"None of us expected what was to happen today." He began. "We are all shocked and upset, some of us are wounded, some of us have lost loved ones." He said.

"But in order for us to pull through this, we must stay strong, we've gotta strip this plane clean, get food, clothing, materials to build us all shelter, medical equiment. And also to bury the dead." Tim said, lowering his head as he said the last few words.

"Help will come, I am sure of that, but what we must make certain of is that we are still here when that help comes!" He exclaimed, people were nodding their heads in aggreement.

Tim stood down from the piece of large debris he had been using as a podium. He had to organise these people, even if his life depended on it.

Watching Laura try her phone for signal, Tim laughed, she was scrambling around for something that just wouldn't happen.

"You there!" He said, catching her attention. "Find out how many we are."

Obliging, Laura did what she was told and began to count heads.

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Chapter One: The Aftermath
Day One, Evening
The Camp
IC: Tim Reeves

The people had slowly colonised a small part of the island about half a kilometre from the crash site itself, beggining to create makeshift huts from parts of the plane and had salvaged everything they could find left in the luggage compartment and galley.

This had resulted in people who were fed, clothed and sheltered. Tim had done his job..... for now.

Laura, who he had become better aquainted with approached him where he was sitting in one of the flight seats.

"Thirty seven." She said, "People." Laura grinned, looking at Tim's bewildered face as she seemed to utter a random number.

"That's managable." He said, looking at them all tending to their wounds, then scanning the horizon until he saw the crash and the graves.

Snapping him back into reality, Laura began to talk numbers with him. "We have twenty days worth of clothes, four days worth of food and we've already used up all of our medical supplies." She said blankly.

Biting at the tip of his pen that he had found, Tim grunted unhappily. "That's not enough, we need to find some more food." Now tapping the pen against his chin he said. "We'll have to leave the safety of the camp soon, to find what's out there."

"When....?" She asked.

"Soon, we'll let them settle down first." He said, pointing towards the survivors.

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((OOC - Post the finishing of the crash and then do an aftermath/what you are doing now post, then we can move onto the action Also, the new version of the map is up on the OOC))

[QPegasus]

Chapter One: The Big Bang
Day One, Morning
Crash Site
IC: Charles Morin

As he slowly regained consciousness, Charles also was able to hear again. He couldn’t open his eyes just yet, but could hear things... Not being able to make out what is what, he wondered how many people survived the crash. And maybe even more terrifying for himself, he wondered how he survived this. Someone must have dragged him out of the plane, or maybe he was swung out of the plane. Whatever it was, he was happy he survived.

Suddenly, there was nothing to be heard. The only thing he could make out is the light breeze of wind and the sound of a fire. He opened up his eyes and saw a man guiding other survivors out of the plane. No yelling, no coughing, nothing. He stood up and walked towards the other survivors.

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Chapter Two: The Aftermath
Day One, Evening
The Camp

He had to admit, despite the circumstances, he had made himself a comfy hut out of anything he could find. Branches, leaves, even coconuts and bananas served as walls or other parts of the hut. He couldn’t help it, but he felt he would be spending the night in a gingerbread-like house, remembering Hansel and Gretel.

Charles had quite a nice installment up in his hut. He found a dagger, who knows what kind of people would be around him. Other stuff he found include a cell phone (which obviously doesn't work), an old radio, shaving material, a toothbrush, a seat from the luxury class section of the plane, even. He wasn’t a mechanic or electronic expert, but he tried to make those things work. All he heard was static.

Close to giving up, he walked out of his hut and looked around, watching what others had made of their new, temporary homes...

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[liam]

Chapter One: The Aftermath
Day One, Evening
The Camp
IC: Alex Speight

As Alex sat round a fire he had sound a small compact mirror and some thread along with his rifle he somehow managed to dig out of the wreckage. He sat round the fire and placed the mirror up against a small stone and slowly and painfully stitching up his face wincing as he started to close up his wound.

Just as he was finishing stitching up his face he over herd the man who was talking earlier about what to do. He herd him say that they will need to find some more food. Alex walked over to the two and “said you gonna look for some food I might be able to help I am a professional hunter!” he said wiping some blood from his face

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[nic_nac]

Chapter One: The Aftermath
Day One, Evening
The Camp
IC: Tim Reeves

A rather rugged looking hunter approached the pair, seemingly knowing about gathering food and saying he was a proffesional.

"Right" said Timothy smiling, "But I'm afrad to tell you that we're not going until people feel comfortable enough." He replied.

"But by all means, take a number and wait in line!" He said, making a stupid beauroctaic joke.

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Chapter One: The Aftermath
Day One, Evening
The Camp
IC: Dylan Howells

Dylan was not too happy with the fact that he was on a desert island. He didn't even think about what the other people felt. It was their problem, not his.

When he saw this guy, 'Charles' he thought he heard somebody say, he decided to introduce himself and make pointless smalltalk.

"Hey." He said to Charles. "That's the transistor from the cockpit right?" He asked.

"I'm no technician, but do you mind if I take a look?" He asked.

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[QPegasus]

Chapter Two: The Aftermath
Day One, Evening
The Camp
IC: Charles Morin

A man walked up to him, curious about the radio he was holding.

“Hey, that's the transistor from the cockpit right?" He asked. "I'm no technician, but do you mind if I take a look?"

“Yeah, sure... Let’s go to my place.... erm, hut. Or something. Whatever. I think it’s broke, I tried to make it, but I don’t know the first thing about these things. You might get it to work...” he said while they were walking towards his hut.

“Oh, by the way, I didn’t get your name... Mine’s Charles.” he concluded.

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[liam]

Chapter One: The Aftermath
Day One, Evening
The Camp
IC: Alex Speight

“do you mind if I join you?” said Alex as he sat down besides them he began to itch around his wound trying to stop as he knew it wasn’t going to help it.

“So what do you know about hunting cause we could face anything out there. I need to gather what we can that may help us and knives stuff like that. I found my rifle but I couldn’t find the other rounds so we only have 6 shots for now in it” said Alex but I think someone on the plane was being escorted by the law. I noticed where ever this one guy went at least one of them were always with him. So I think they will have been armed but i never saw the guys face.”

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[nic_nac]

((OOC - liam, please use grammar and correct spelling, people will not be able to understand your posts, I have warned you once.... please.))

Chapter One: The Aftermath
Day One, Evening
The Camp
IC: Tim Reeves

"I doubt this island has anything bad on it. But you're right, arming up is always a plus, unless you're a pacifist of course." Tim said, smiling.

"We'll gather those things up as soon as everone is ready." He said calmly to the hunter.

"The names Tim." He said, finally introducing himself.

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Chapter One: The Aftermath
Day One, Evening
The Camp
IC: Dylan Howells

"I'm Dylan." He said bluntly, whisking into Charle's hut.

"I don't know much about these things either." Dylan replied, picking it up and seeing which way to even hold it.

Flipping a switch behind the back of it, the radio kicked into life as people began to flock around. Dylan grinned heroically, taking all the credit. He then took the radio transmitter and began to speak into it. Static. That was it, on every channel, every frequancy, blank.

"Dammit!" Cried Dylan, thumping his fist into the sand. "Well, at least I tried..." He said, solemnly returning to his tent.

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[liam]

Chapter One: The Aftermath
Day One, Evening
The Camp
IC: Alex Speight

“Do I look like a pacifist to you” he said with a smile. Oh and my name its Alex just so you know. Well I best see what I can find for tomorrow make sure everything still works on the gun.

As Alex begins to walk way he turns and says “you have by any chance came across a medic kit or anything its just this keeps bleeding” said Alex pointing to his 4inch scar form the corner of his mouth to his cheek?/

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[Dear Prudence]

Chapter One: The Aftermath
Day One, Evening
The Camp
IC: Naomi Fernandez



Pushing a thin needle through her skin, she tried to patch up the gash on her leg, the bleeding finally stopping almost completely. Naomi found a small sewing kit rummaging through a woman's bag earlier on, along with a large sun hat and an ankle bracelet, all which she put on. Naomi's hands went up for her forehead, only a smaller cut remained right above her left eyebrow. She sighed almost, she was lucky nothing worse hit her. Biting off the white thread and tying it up, she slowly stood to her knees, being careful not the knocked over her makeshift hut of tarp, pieces of metal and some rope-like fibers stripped from a tree.
Naomi wiped off her brow and looked around, seeing the glow of a fire nearby. Naomi being the city girl she was knew how to get a Cab in the city, not how to make a fire. Crossing her arms, she walked over behind their hut, looking around for anyone, not really wanting to intrude but she was freezing.

"Hey."
She said quietly, looking down at the two, one was the man who guided her out from near the fire and seemed to be the leader, the other she didn't know.
"I've got a, well, pretty crude sewing kit, it might be able to patch up some small wounds."
Naomi added, smiling almost at the two.

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[nic_nac]

Chapter One: The Aftermath
Day One, Evening
The Camp
IC: Tim Reeves

Staring at Alex's worn face, Tim grinned. "Nah, you don't." He said, chortling a bit.

Kicking the chair so it reclined, Tim drew one of the salvaged cloaks from the flight over his abdomen.

"I'm gonna go and catch some Z's right about now." He said, smacking his lips before dozing off.

"Night." He said to both Laura and Alex, who were both tempted to do the same.

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Chapter One: The Aftermath
Day One, Evening
The Camp
IC: Dylan Howells

The young woman stepped into plain view under the light of the camp fire they sat around. She began to converse about a sewing kit. It was one thing he didn't need, but he did need some female attention, something he thought anyone would crave on a desert island.

"My names Dylan." He said, extending his hand. "Quite a day huh?" He said, nudging her a bit to hopefully spur at least a titter.

So, where you all from, life stories, right here, right now!" He said, smiling at the faces who desperately needed some form of entertainment.

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[Dear Prudence]

Chapter One: The Aftermath
Day One, Evening
The Camp
IC: Naomi Fernandez


Naomi smiled as she looked at him, he had a baby face and the high school in his voice was strong.
Shaking his hand with her naturally strong grip, she squeezed his hand then pulled her knees up to her chest, looking at the other boy. Great, she was in the company of teenagers, but they seemed nice enough.

"I'm Naomi."
She drew some doodles in the sand below her, thinking about what he said about life stories.
Ella, probably trying to call her. She ruffled her hair, thinking for a second.
"Well. I was in Japan to DJ a big soirée or something, Broke up with my girlfriend of 3 years a few weeks ago. She's probably trying to call me now" Naomi rolled her eyes at the last comment.
"New York City is my home, my astronomically priced townhouse, I'm a DJ at a local club, it's pretty popular. Club Rub? Doubt you'd hear of it, you look like you're still in High School."

Naomi stared into the fire, a bit of a firebug she poked a stick in it, barely burning her finger then looked back to Dylan.
"And you?"

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[nic_nac]

Chapter One: The Aftermath
Day One, Evening
The Camp
IC: Dylan Howells

Dylan smiled, she was a lesbian DJ, 'nice', he thought. What an odd mix of people.

"I'm from Wales, if you cannot tell from my accent." He said jokingly.

Continuing, hoping that people would appreciate his unqiueness, he said "Well, as you yanks call it, I am not in 'High School', I go to a music college in Tokyo and was going to go on a gap year to the USA and explore."

"But, now I'm here, bored, stranded, is this what the US is like?" He said, giggling slightly.

Looking at some of the faces, he stopped laughing. "What about you, Charles? You seem not to know so much english, I picked up a bit of french accent from you. What's the story behind that one?" He asked.

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