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Jan 7, 2006 17:40:58 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Jan 7, 2006 17:40:58 GMT -8
Kris looked up to see Anne again. She sounded a lot more cheery...Maybe his lie was worth it...He looked out to sea. Finaly realizing the dilemna he was in...As he looked he saw a figure on the beach. In a beatiful white dress...was Anne-Marie's mother. Kris looked back to the body on the ground, how could that be possible. He looked back to see the figure, but it was gone.
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Jan 7, 2006 17:46:34 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 7, 2006 17:46:34 GMT -8
"Well, I am glad she is just sleeping. I was afraid something was wrong. I did not know people could sleep with their eyes open. It's kind of freaky, really." She turns to Kris. "So, what is your name? I am Anne-Maire."
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Jan 7, 2006 17:46:56 GMT -8
Post by Thistle on Jan 7, 2006 17:46:56 GMT -8
John-Pierre smiled in satisfaction. "So do you want to come color with me?" He gave her one of his 'charming' smiles to get her to come.
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Jan 7, 2006 17:48:05 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Jan 7, 2006 17:48:05 GMT -8
Kris shook off the idea of the mother on the beach, and focused his attention on Anne-Marie. "Kris is my name, Anne-Marie is a very pretty name!" He said smiling.
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Jan 7, 2006 19:26:09 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Jan 7, 2006 19:26:09 GMT -8
Frowning, holding his head, Chase made his way past another body. People he didn't know.. stone dead, fear frozen on their faces. He held his pack in his left hand, and trudged more through the beach, unable to find anyone. "Hello?!" He shouted to the winds, though he figured he was the only survivor... "HELLO?" .. no reply. ((by the way, he's on the other side of theisland, you would'nt have heard him yelling.))
He felt like he had just been hit by a train, aching all over, waterlogged and coughing. The charismatic reporter fell to his knees, screaming. "CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?!" ... falling forward, he caught himself with his hands, crying into the sand. So this was it.. God decided he would survive the crash only for him to die alone on a desertted island. He figured he would be long dead by the time anyone could find them.
"No.. dammit It can't end this way.. I have to live," he told himself, wiping tears away, only managing to get sand in his eyes. Chase rose on his knees, looking up at the sky almost angrily. "You want me to die God? Is that it? Well that's too bad, I'm planning on living!" shouted the reporter.
He rummaged through his pack, trying to find anything that may have survived the crash in tact. His laptop was the first thing he pulled out.. the screen was cracked and as he held it up, water leaked out from it. Muttering a curse, he tossed it aside into the sand. A notepad and pencils.. the notes were also waterlogged and damaged.. the pencils were still good though. He had an extra pair of clothing.. it was wet and smelled like the sea, but it still could be of use... Buried within the clothes was his old camera and some rolls of film. The film was in tiny cannisters, and the camera was waterproof.. This! He would use this to have evidence.. tell his story to the world! If he survived this he could be famous! What luck!
As he cheered himself on however he heard a rustle from the bushes behind him. Beyond the stretch of sand that led to the grass, there was nothing but jungle. Was this island deserted after all? He turned, looking to see where the nosie was from, maybe it was someone answering his calls. "Hello? Is someone there?" he asked the noise. No reply. "Hello? I.. I'm from the plane crash.. i survived.. my name is Chas..Charles Delacroix. " he continued to tell the bush. Nothing replied, not evern another rustle. Maybe he had imagined it.. or it might have been some small animal.
Throwing the pack over his shoulder again, he realized that he was missing something. His trenchcoat.. and it had his walet and identification! Oh.. if he had landed on another country he would be screwed, no ID, no papers, passport.. Chase went into the jungle, investigating the sound, hoping perhaps his coat has simply floated off nearby.
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Jan 8, 2006 12:41:02 GMT -8
Post by Raiku on Jan 8, 2006 12:41:02 GMT -8
Kris looked at John-Pierre, "Do you have any crayons? Or paper for that matter?"
(Brain told me to use the characters he made...)
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Jan 8, 2006 14:47:47 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Jan 8, 2006 14:47:47 GMT -8
( Well i must say you're all taking this dramatic life-changing horrifying incident very well. If i survived a planecrash and landed on a desert island, I'm sure i wouldn't have a strong enough mindset to want to color... hehe)
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Jan 8, 2006 14:49:44 GMT -8
Post by Raiku on Jan 8, 2006 14:49:44 GMT -8
(just going on along with what Thistle wanted to do, and the comment about the crayons Kris made was kind of sarcastic. Since there is no way that they would have found colors anyway. Besides he's talking to little kids.)
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Jan 9, 2006 10:44:04 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 9, 2006 10:44:04 GMT -8
((I love little kids... they are so ignorant. I knew that if I had an adult character, she/he would be absolutely panicked. Anne-Marie makes me sad... yet happy.))
Anne-Maire smiled at Kris. "Thanks for telling me the truth about what my mommy's doing, Kris." The little girl turned to her new friend. His smile looked inviting. "Yes, I like coloring."
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Jan 9, 2006 16:24:58 GMT -8
Post by Thistle on Jan 9, 2006 16:24:58 GMT -8
"John-Pierre noted the slight sarcasm in the adults voice and glared. "Yes As a matter of fact I do!" he sat down and took the crayons and coloring books out of his backpack. "Do you want Army men or dinosaurs?" He asked her being a gentleman and letting the lady pick first.
((Heheh ya well in going off of the ten year olds reaction on the show lost. He likes it there.))
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Jan 9, 2006 16:50:46 GMT -8
Post by Raiku on Jan 9, 2006 16:50:46 GMT -8
Kris reverted his attention back to the other poeple on the plane...most of the people on the beach were not in any serious pain. People were getting up and beginning to explore...Behind him he heard a soft humming noise, that began to get louder. Kris saw a large puddle of gas...and sparks flying from peices of the plane. The humming got louder. Kris ran to the children yelling, "Move! Get out of the way!!" Kris did'nt give them much of a reaction. He grabbed them both and ran as far as he could from the wreckage. A large explosion sounded, and the shockwave sent Kris face-first into the ground.
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Jan 9, 2006 19:07:17 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Jan 9, 2006 19:07:17 GMT -8
Chase's head turned at the sound of the explosion.. It sounded so far away. There must have been others! Or maybe he had landed on a populated island. Regardless, he picked up his pack again and decided to try and find the location of the noise... But there was one problem. A jungle separated him from the other side.. a jungle, mountains, and who knows what else. The quickest way to get there was a straight line, and Chase couldn't risk losing the direction of the sound or giving them the chance to move their location. Step by step the writer made his way into the dense rainforest.
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Jan 9, 2006 20:27:48 GMT -8
Post by Raiku on Jan 9, 2006 20:27:48 GMT -8
(playing narrator right now)
The quiet of the forest that Chase so ignorantly trodged in, was easily frightening to the normal human. You would expect such a place to be bustling with wildlife. There were different kinds of plants obviously...but no birds flew in the sky. No noise was made...It seemed as though no animal lived on the desolate place...it seemed. There was one sound however...in the distance, it sounded like a group of people whispering....but no people were in sight.
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Jan 10, 2006 8:58:42 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Jan 10, 2006 8:58:42 GMT -8
Chase turns his head to the noise, frowning at that. "Who's there?" He asked, peering around him. The sound was very unsettling among the unnatural silence. "Did you ceom from the crash? What was that boom?" he asked the whispers, but heard nothing. The whispers stopped, which seemed to give him even more goosebumps. He shook his head, now freaked out... He inhaled a deep breath and continued at a faster clip, not wanting to find out what the noise was...
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Jan 12, 2006 14:14:46 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 12, 2006 14:14:46 GMT -8
((How on earth did he get to the other side of the island, anyway?))
Anne-Maire was screaming bloody murder as she watched her mother's body become engulfed in flames.
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