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Post by Acacia Montez on Sept 2, 2007 22:27:07 GMT -5
Acacia nodded and walked to find some girls that weren't the ones she had met on the plane. Nothing against them but, she wanted to interact with some other girls too. After a while of searching through the plane, she found the items he asked for, except for the blanket. Opening the emergency door to the cargo hold with all of their luggage, she walked down the steps and looked for her navy blue luggage. Rolling it up the steps and onto the plane, she opened it and found her black comforter that her mom had bought her for the trip. Folding that in her hands, she grabbed the other items and walked back to where he was.
Acacia walked so she was a few feet behind him and looked at the shelter. It was small and make-shift but that's what they would have to deal with because, it wasn't like they were going to stay there that long, right? Giving a soft laugh, she walked up right behind him. " Looking good. Now all we need is a door and shower and we can call it the Hilton Inn, Island style." She teased him and set the supplies down in front of her.[/size]
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Post by Brad Dorian on Sept 2, 2007 22:37:22 GMT -5
Brad laughed. She really was adorable. “Acacia, I wanted to ask you something. Since we don’t have a lot of supplies on the Island, I was wondering if…” He took a breath. This was a big step in their relationship. “If you wanted to share a tent with me?” He finally said it, making sure to get the words out in the right order. He was worried they might not all make it out.
“It wouldn’t be like we were together … that is unless you wanted to be together?” He asked, hopefully. “I mean, we would make out or anything, unless you want to make out in bed?” He asked, again with anticipation. Maybe she wanted him as bad as she wanted him. Thoughts of Brad Dorian making love to Acacia Montez crossed his mind for a second, but then shook it off. That was going to far. Unless she told him she wanted to have sex, he was only going to kiss her, if she would let him. Everything was so confusing.
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Post by Acacia Montez on Sept 2, 2007 22:48:49 GMT -5
She laughed with him glad that he hadn't gotten mad at her comment. Then she crossed her arms and listened to him. Acacia nodded. "Of course I would like to." A smile crossed her features, and she walked closer to him. He was nervous, she could tell. The way he seemed to think about how worded his words. Wow, that was a confusing thought.
Acacia walked up so there was only inches between them. " I want to be together. As long as you're okay with it. And maybe I'll make out with you. But, that's all we're doing alright? We're a little young still..." Her voice drew out and she placed her hands on his chest. "You're cute when you're nervous, you know that?" Giving a smirk she let her hands go back down to her pockets and she slid them in there. Acacia was amazed at her forwardness.
Rain started coming down in a down pour. Just their luck, they couldn't even have the first day without rain. Sighing she felt her hair start sticking flat against her head and her clothes were clinging to her body. Smiling she titled her head and started leaning in until her lips were against his.[/size]
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Post by Kelsi O'Riley on Sept 3, 2007 0:29:14 GMT -5
Kelsi listened intently to Brad's instructions, but she couldn't move. It seemed like every hope in the world had completely disappeared. Another girl took on the role of leader as well, though she seemed as fragile as everyone else. After a few moments of still silence, Brad yelled out through the rain. His sudden anger caused Kelsi to jump.
Kelsi quickly headed over to the luggage compartment, spotting her bag and dragging it out of the way. She dug through it, putting a few unopened water bottles, an umbrella, some candles, a lighter, and some towels aside. She opened her rain poncho and draped it over the rest of her belongings. After gathering the supplies, she stood, still a bit shaky, and walked over to Brad.
Kelsi couldn't seem to make eye contact with him. She had to admit, he was intimidating. He reminded her of the jocks from her school, and because of this, she really didn't want to see him angry again. She was surprised she could even hear her own voice,"Where should I put these?"
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Post by Kirsty Thomas on Sept 3, 2007 8:41:07 GMT -5
Kirsty stood up after Annie left, and rumaged through the debri. Grabbing a very sharp piece of metal, she walked over towards the trees. Shaking a very thin one, loads of coconuts fell down. Chopping the tops off of them, she began to pass them out to everyone. As soon as they were empty, she walked to the ocean. Filling them with salt water, she walked over to a small secluded spot on the beach.
Grabbing some fire, she grabbed some leaves and sticks inside the woods. Throwing them on the fire, she let it get going, and then dimed it a bit. Walking back to the plane, she looked inside it. Going in, she went to the kitchen and grabbed all the pots and cups and pans that she could find. Running from the plane, she poured all the salt water in the pots and began to boil them over the fire.
Someone walking by threw up sand behind them as they walked. Not on purpose of course, but still. The fire leapt up and bit at Kirsty's hands. Gasping, she kept hold of the pot with her right hand, but brought her left back. It turned red and began to pulse, blisters forming. Clenching her eyes shut, she held her hand to herself.
With all the water finally done boiling and safe to drink, she set it in the shade to cool. Kirsty had done this mainly because they had no clue how far in the jungle they could find water. And right now, they needed all the water they could get for Brad to mend everyone. Clutching her blistered hand to her stomach, she took off her shirt to have only a bikini top on. Wrapping her hand in it, she used some more cloth to wrap once around the gash on her head. On her way to Brad, she used a little cloth that remained to help others.
Standing before Brad, she could barely speak. So much had happened. So much would happen. But she should tell him what she had done for him.
B-Brad, I handed out coconuts to everyone and let them drink the water inside. Then, I gather sea water with them and boiled the salt from the water with some pots and pans I found on the plane. The water is cold over there in the shade, for when you want to begin to bandage people up. Turning she walked away to do something else to help out.
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Post by Troy Evans on Sept 3, 2007 8:53:30 GMT -5
Troy shook his head. What the hell just happened? The plane crashed, lots of people died, and now it was raining. People everywhere were hurt and bleeding badly. Standing, he looked around. That boy who punched him was nowhere to be seen. Shaking his head again, he walked around, arms behind his back, surveying what everyone was doing.
One girl had cut open coconuts to disperse water, others had gone on the plane for luggage. Then, there was another girl, who seemed to take charge. As she talked to Brad, she seemed like she knew what she was doing, but she was so shaky! Walking over to her, he put a hand on her shoulder for comfort.
Brad, we should organise a search party to find mroe water in the forest, instead of boiling it. That girl was brilliant to do that, but still. We also need to find a safe place for shelter. There could be bad rainstorms, even hurricanes that hit this island. This girl here is right. It'll get dark soon. His curly hair had stuck to his scalp now, plastering it to him. Shaking his head to unstick the curls, it did no good.
This girl in front of him was beautiful. She was strong, had wonderful hair, and a gorgeous eyes. Blushing after realising that he was staring at her, he turned away and walked to find something to do. After not findnig anything other than pulling lugage out of the plane, thats what he did. Finally done with that, he walked back over to Brad.
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Post by Brad Dorian on Sept 3, 2007 9:12:01 GMT -5
For some odd reason, apparently Brad had established himself as the leader. It wasn’t an unusual feeling, as this seemed to happen to him a lot, but he was a bit nervous about his new power. He would be the one making the decisions for now on. It was very curious.
Just as Brad was about to kiss Acacia, a girl, Kristy, showed up to give him a report. “Yeah, good work!” Brad said, as moved off to do more work. “Where were we?” Brad whispered to Acacia. Again, he was just about to kiss her when another person showed up.
“We only have a few hours of light left. If people go into the jungle at this time, they may get lost. We don’t want that. We can start the search for food and shelter in the morning. Ok? In the meantime, send all the wounded over to me.”
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Post by Antoinette Craven on Sept 3, 2007 9:16:02 GMT -5
Antoinette felt a warm hand being place on her shoulder. A boy with dark curly hair was making an attempt to comfort her. She looked up at him, her blue eyes staring into his, but turned away seeing how awkward it was just looking into someones eyes. She looked over to Brad again while her cheeks were burning slightly red. "I never blush! Why am I blushing!"
"Search parties sounds like a sensible idea. If we go in groups we should be fine." she said agreeing with the boy behind her. " Oh and here." she said tossing a small silver object to Brad. "I wasn't going to bring it, but I'm glad I did." she said. It was her lighter. Antoinette had a habit of playing with it when she was excited or apprehensive, but she would spare her odd habits to survive. "It might be good to have when the fire goes out."
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Post by Acacia Montez on Sept 3, 2007 9:24:00 GMT -5
Acacia smiled and heard Kelsi's voice. Smiling she let her head look down at her feet while she waited for him to finish talking. “Where were we?” She grinned and closed her eyes. As soon as she did however Kristy showed up. Acacia didn't mind and she leaned her head on his chest while he talked to her. After a few minutes, she left and they leaned in again.Brad, we should organise a search party to find mroe water in the forest, instead of boiling it. That girl was brilliant to do that, but still. We also need to find a safe place for shelter. There could be bad rainstorms, even hurricanes that hit this island. This girl here is right. It'll get dark soon. Opening her eyes she took in a small breath and smiled at Troy as he walked over stated what he thought. How did Brad get the role as leader? It seemed everyone was coming to him for everything. Not that she minded or anything.
Brad finished talking to Troy and she just leaned her head on his chest. It seemed like nobody wanted them to kiss or something because every time they tried, someone came in with some type of report.
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Post by Kimmy Brant on Sept 3, 2007 9:38:17 GMT -5
Kim walked towards the remains of the airplane and began to dig up her burried belongings. Shock was still etched on her face as she used her hands to bury out her belongings. She looked helplesly towards the crashed plane as she dug up for her suitcase.
After a half an hour, she finally found the handel of a suitcase under a damaged piece of the plane. She looked at it and tried to remember what hers looked like. Grey and pink handel with the om sign on it. She looked at the suitcase. It had a grey and pink handle and there was an om sign on it. She began digging it up with her hands. Ten minutes later, she was able to pull up the suit case, though much force was required. She stood up with her suitcase and placed it under a tree. She opned up a suit case, emptied out a bag that had her toothbrush, shampoo, and all other bathroom stuff in there into her suitcase. She closed her suitcase and stood up.
Now, Kimmy walked towards the trees, and looked for a tree that might had some fruits. She walked and searched for fruits and found one right next to the beach where she could see the beach. She slowly climbed up the mango tree and gently pulled off mangos with her right hand and place them into the plastic bag in her left hand. She picked out some delicous looking mangos and slowly climbed off the tree.
She walked towards the beach with the plastic bag jingling of mangos. She finally got to the beach as the sun was slowly coming down. She walked to her suit case and brought it towards where the others were sitting.
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Post by Brad Dorian on Sept 3, 2007 9:38:20 GMT -5
Nightfall came quickly. By the time had begun to get dark, all the medical supplies had been gathered at the medical station, and nearly everyone had build a shelter for themselves. Throughout the day Brad had been asked patch up everyone who had been injured, and for the most part he had done a good job. But there wasn’t much he could do for broken bones.
Once nightfall hit, the castaways build several fires, to which they all gathered around in individual groups. Brad sat next to Acacia, holding her hands. Next to them were Troy and Annie, who perhaps were attracted to each other. On Brad’s right was Annie.
“How did this happen?” He heard somebody say. Brad sat in silence, not saying a word. “You know, when I was young, my granny used to sign me a song every night before bed…” Then, as if something had broken within him, he began to sing, extremely quietly.
Somewhere beyond the sea Somewhere waiting for me My lover stands on golden sands And watches the ships that go sailing
Somewhere beyond the sea She's there watching for me If I could fly like birds on high Then straight to her arms I'd go sailing [/size]
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Post by Acacia Montez on Sept 3, 2007 9:55:57 GMT -5
Acacia smiled as she looked around. Maybe being stuck here on this island was a good thing. Troy and Annie looked like they were sitting closer then usual and she gave a smile to Troy. Still holding Brad's hand, she layed her head on his shoulder. She listened to him sing. Her eyes closed peacefully and she listened to his voice and the waves gently brushing the shore. Her eyes opened when he finished and she curled up against him. She was surprised that he could sing. Let alone that well.
[OOC: Can we not have High school musical be a movie in their world? Cause it'd be wierd for Acacia and Brad to look exactly like them and sing like them. If we sing the songs from there we can just say that another artist wrote it, or have Kelsi write it since she's on here! Let me know what you think.]
Closing her eyes again she heard the fire crackling. Singing softly she began. "Na na na na Na na na na yeah You are the music in me
You know the words "Once Upon A Time" Make you listen? There's a reason. When you dream there's a chance you'll find A little laughter Or happy ever after...
Acacia finished and listened as she heard the other students laughing and having their own conversations in the distance.
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Post by Troy Evans on Sept 3, 2007 9:58:53 GMT -5
Troy grinned. Sitting around the fire was calming. At least they didnt have to worry about anyone dieing now that Brad had fixed them all. Kirsty sat across the fire from Troy, and her hand was still badly burned. Walking over, he put some salve onto it, and rewraped it for her. They were good friends, Troy and Kirsty.
Walking back to his seat, he sat next to Annie. Grinning, he hunched over with his elbows on his knees. Staring into the fire, he couldn't help but think about what happened today. When Brad began to sing, he reached behind him and pulled his guitar out. Strummnig along, he grinned. People around them began to get calmer. Some of the younger kids in the bunch were falling asleep. Soon, Troy added his own voice. He had this song sung to him by his mother when he was little.
Turning his head, Troy looked at Annie. So pretty. Her eyes were welcoming, and seemed to be sparkling in the firelight. And her hair tumbled around her, falling over her shoulders.
Annie, he said softly, trying to get up the courage. Never before had he not been able to tell a girl that he liked her. Of course, they always went away laughing after they rejected him.
You're beautiful, he finally pushed out.
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Post by Brad Dorian on Sept 3, 2007 10:02:03 GMT -5
[ OCC :: Ok ]
When she finished signing, Brad kissed her. It was an amazing kiss. For that moment on, Brad knew that perhaps this Island wasn’t all bad. Within about an hour, all castaways had made their way into their shelters and fallen asleep, with the exception of Brad and Acacia, who were awake in their shelter for quite a while more and Troy and Annie, who still sat talking by the fire.
“Perhaps things will start to look up…” Brad thought to himself, as he fell asleep that night, Acacia in his arms, her hair tickling his noise. Little did he know, however, that things were nothing about to look up. Dark and difficult times were on their way, and a mysterious stranger was well on his way into their camp.
End Of Episode One
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