Arrival

[TygerShore]

Isha clutched her ankle in agony. She was able to take a glance at it...It didn't look right at all. Isha gritted her teeth, knowing what she had to do. Isha snapped her foot back, screaming in pain, and falling backwards into the hot sand, tears streaming down her face. Her ankle had been dislocated and now, she hoped that she had fixed it.

Wanting to see what had happened to the plane, Isha propped herself up on her elbows. A glance at her swollen ankle told her that at least she had put it back it place for the time being...Isha looked across the sand at the gouges that the plane had made. It had gone into the ocean. Isha wiped her face with her arm, and grabbed her note book and pencil that were laying on the sand close to where she was sitting. She opened the first page and, shaking from the pain in her foot, started to write.

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Day 1

Plane crashed. Seems like on an island...Don't know if other people are ok, can't move, ankle dislocated. Is there anyone else alive, or is it just me? I hope I'm not alone. Maybe this island is inhabited? Plane is gone in the sea...must look for other survivors of the crash.

-Isha

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Isha didn't know why she wanted to write in the journal...but she felt that it was needed, that if she lived, maybe she could write a book about it when she got rescued. Maybe, but first things first. Isha looked around...she was sitting on a beach, the ocean infront of her, and as she turned, she could see a jungle behind her. Isha looked along the beach, hoping to catch a glimpse of another survivor, and not being able to even stand because of her ankle.

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James and Alice Hoshino

Aah... A young man clutched his left arm, feeling the hot, stickyness of the blood trying to seep through his large fingers. It stung as the bits of dirt and dust that clung to his fingers entered it. Stupid plane crash... he thought to himself. When they'd crashed against the rocky shore, one of the metal sides of the plane had jutted in, where the plates broke apart--and one of them had slashed right into his arm. It's probably torn the muscle and everything.

His younger sister had her small, thin arms around his left arm, where she was taking him down to the beach, not letting her gaze move away from his. A worried expression dominated over her round face, as she sat her brother down on the soft, white sand. "James... are you all right?!" she was not usually faced with such a situation.

James took a deep breath in, and growled, "Don't worry about me, Alice. Are you alright? Do you have any cuts or scrapes on you?"

[/color] he cringed slightly as he said the words, seeing that some of the blood was beginning to stain more of his fingers.

Alice scowled sadly, clenching her fists, feeling a little spart of determination. "I can't let you just sit her and bleed! I'm going to go and see if anyone has some bandages..."[/color] and she got back to her feet, glancing around quickly. Her amber eyes scanned the entire beach, where she saw a lone girl staring out at the ocean. Brightening just a little bit, she went to go over to her.

Her older brother looked as she went, and then glanced down at his wound. The blood seemed to be drying--maybe it'd finally clotted over. Gently--very gently, he removed his hand to examine the gash. It wasn't good... the dried blood was caked all around it, and his hand was stained a dark crimson color. Through all of the blood, he had trouble locating the actual wound, but he could see where the skin had ripped apart... good thing he wasn't squeemish. Getting the idea to go down to the water and wash off the wound, he immediately drew back--though the salt would be good for it, all of the blood could attract sharks from farther over the ocean. The entire experience of the gash had completely clouded the fact in his mind that they were on a deserted island, crashed, with probably very little hope of ever getting off of it.

Alice, on the other hand, was trying to hide her terror. It was like being kidnapped all over again. The images from when it had happened were more than clear in her mind, too; the black leather interiour of the car, the scary man gripping her wrist too tightly... she tried not to think about it much. But the fact that this time they were stranded, it made her wonder how James felt--this was the sort of thing he was trying to avoid by going with her to the camp. As the girl sitting on the beach drew closer, she realized that there had been a LOT of other kids on the plane, and that they were all probably wandering around here, too. Or, maybe they were still on the plane?

The girl drew closer, and Alice did her best to call out to her in her small, quiet voice. "Excuse me! Um, hello there!"[/color] she then realized that the girl was clutching her ankle in a way simalar to James' arm, and realized that she was injured too... "Ah! Oh, no... you're also wounded!"[/color] she stopped as she drew close enough, her spirits a little down from that. It probably meant that she didn't have bandages, either.


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[Smudge]

As he sat there, staring out at the ocean, Tristian wondered, 'why us, why me?' He shook his head and looked down at his leg that was caked in blood. His skinny jeans had been pulled up to his knee, the gash on his calf. He groaned to himself and then looked at his shirt. Licking his dry lips, he ripped a piece of his shirt off and wrapped it around his calf where the wound was, tying it. Was there anyone else alive, or was it just him? He glanced down at his journal and pen, but hesitated to get it. Maybe he had fallen asleep on the plane and was just having a terrible nightmare. He looked around, seeing a jungle behind him and the plane a little ways away.

When the plane had crashed, his leg had caught on some metal and left a huge wound. The wound was fine now since it was wrapped up in a shirt. The bleeding had stopped. He'd be limping for a while now though, at least until it healed completely. Looking around again, he wondered if he should find some other survivors. Slowly, he got himself up and scooped up his journal and pen as he did so. He began limping toward where the plane was and ended up seeing other people. One was male that he was approaching as he limped along.

"Hey.. hey!" he called to the other guy as he came closer, trying to pick up his pace, but failing miserably. He then ended up tripping slightly and almost faceplanting in the sand, but he caught himself. He almost screeched in pain, but kept it down as he gulped deeply. He saw the other guy was also wounded, his hands covered in blood, and his arm was as well. He looked down at his shirt as he came closer. It wouldn't hurt him to share his shirt. "Here," he said as he tore his shirt again, giving the other lad the piece of clothing. He smiled gently and sat down beside him. "Is there anyone else?" he asked.

That was a silly question. Of course there were other people, they were just probably scattered all over the island, trying to find other people. So was he. He found someone at least, and off in the distance, he spotted two other people. It looked like two girls. One was sitting and the other seemed to be just approaching. He grunted to himself and sighed, looking down at his leg again before pulling his pantleg down to cover his calf again. This was like his worst nightmare. This was worse than being in a foster home. This really sucked. He looked off into the distance, wondering if they'd be stuck here forever. Great, just great. Stuck on an island with a bunch of other kids. That's just what he needed.

[TygerShore]

"Excuse me! Um, hello there!"

Isha's eyes went wide and she quickly turned her head to face the other girl as she spoke. Jerking around so quickly had moved her ankle a bit, and the only thing stopping her from crying out in pain was the fact that the other girl looked pretty scared and Isha didn't want to do anything more to scare her.

"Ah! Oh, no... you're also wounded!"

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Isha bit her lip and nodded. She took a deep, shaky breath. "I-I'm Isha...what's you're name?" Someone would easily be able to hear the pain in Isha's voice even though she was trying her best to hide it. She had no clue why she formally asked for the girl's name...it seemed quite strange, she had barely even talked to other people before.

Isha looked past the girl to see two boys off in the distance. At least she wasn't the only survivor. Isha let her thoughts stray to her father, back in New York...would he be looking for her? She doubted it, unless this island had an airport, no one would know how to find them. They could be on this island for the rest of their lives!

Isha dropped her notebook and pencil, reaching a bit further to grab a straight-ish stick that was lying in the sand. Wincing, she placed it on the side of her ankle, then ripped off a piece of her t-shirt sleeve, and tied it around her ankle, to help support it. She wasn't going to need her sleeve anyway, this was a tropical island, and she was sweating already. At least the three day girl health camp for girl guides had paid off, and she actually knew how to make sure her ankle didn't become dislocated again.

Isha looked back at the girl, wondering what was going to happen next. There was one question that lingered in her thoughts -- were they going to survive?[/size][/blockquote]

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James looked over to the other guy approaching, who also seemed to be wounded. But his also was already beginning to clot and scab over, and he simply nodded a hello in reply. He didn't feel like talking... he probably would have scared the stuttering guy away with the fierce note of anger that would have been in his voice because of the pain. Though, when boy handed him part of his shirt, he gave a very light smile, muttering a quick thanks. Though, when he grabbed it, the fabric was already turning red from the blood staining his hand. Ignoring it, he simply tied it around his other wrist; he needed to clean out the wound before he could bandage it.

As Alice got over to the girl, she gave a little moan of sympathy; the girl was probably in worse condition than her brother; she couldn't even stand. She wanted to cringe away when the girl told her her name; Isha--a pretty name, but the note of pain that dominated her tone made a lump in her throat. She hated this island already; people were injured, in pain, and struggling to hold onto their sanity. "I'm Alice," she said, trying to sound confident, but her voice was still fairly shaky.

"Is there anyone else?" the boy had asked, and James stood up shakily, nodding. "My sister and some other girl are down there," he said, though his voice was grim. "There are obviously others around here too... but everyone seemed to get seperated."

[/color] he pointed out. Glancing around, there was nothing but thick forest behing him, and then the beach stretching in both directions for a while. "Though I doubt anyone's going to be going anywhere right off the bat. Most seem wounded or just terror-stricken."

Glancing over her shoulder, Alice noticed that someone else had approached James. Wanting to head back over there as she saw that he'd been handed some bandages, she would've felt bad just leaving the girl here. "Um..."[/color] she muttered, her voice low. "Can I help you up? My brother's over there... I'm sure he can... h-help you! He's good with that... sort of thing..."[/color] Alice then reached her hand out to Isha, a sad smile plastered on her face.

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The other guy didn't say anything, and Tristian respected that. Who would want to talk after just pretty much falling out of a plane and getting hurt? He wouldn't want to talk, either, but he had to, just to be nice. He wasn't a mean person at all and would hate to be rude by not saying anything. The other guy took the piece of his shirt, as Tristian had wanted him to. It was never a bad thing to be nice and offer something of his to someone else, especially if it was to help them from bleeding to death. The guy had only muttered a quick thanks, and that was about it out of him. Stretching his leg out in front of him, Tristian sighed deeply. This was going to be hell, no doubt.

After he asked his question, he soon got an answer. Nodding his head quickly, he noticed how shaky the boy was when he stood up and almost went to help him, but he stopped himself. He might scare the poor guy away if he did that. He sighed again and reached for his leg, itching it annoyingly. After a moment, he stood up as well. He almost fell back on his ass, but was quick enough to catch himself. He was still holding onto his pen and journal, almost with a deathgrip. He loved his journal, and his awesome pen. They meant a lot to him.

It would be a while until everyone found each other. They would all have to figure out how to survive on this island.. alone.. without any adults. Oh boy, that sounded tough, but Tristian knew he could do it if he really put his mind to it. It wasn't as hard as it seemed. They just needed food and water. Not salty sea water, either. Some good fresh water. He mumbled to himself as he began wandering toward the ocean, but stopped to turn around and gaze at the jungle. Who knew what was in there. There could be fricken tigers or something, or giant man-eating snakes. He shivered a bit thinking about it, but kept his cool as he looked back toward the other boy.

[TygerShore]

"I'm Alice,"

Isha smiled weakly. Alice was a nice name...it seemed to suite the girl, a nice name for a nice kid. Isha didn't know the story behind her name. She had never met another person with the same name as her.

"Um...Can I help you up? My brother's over there... I'm sure he can... h-help you! He's good with that... sort of thing..."

As the girl reached out her hand to her, Isha took a deep breath. Wincing, knowing the pain about to come, she reached up to grab the other girls' hand. She pulled herself up, groaning as she did so, starting to feel quite dizzy and nauseous as the blood rushed from her head, and pain took over. She nearly fainted from the pain that she was trying to contain, for the other girl's sake just as much as herself -- if she started screaming now, she wouldn't be able to stop.

Isha was able to keep standing, not letting the dizzyness get hold of her completely, and steadying herself with leaning on Alice. She didn't care that she barely knew this girl, all she cared about was not fainting from the pain. Isha tried to get a hold of herself, and managed to say to Alice "I'm fine." She wanted to believe in what she had just said, but somehow, couldn't find it in herself to do so.

With a pencil, and notebook in one hand, and Alice's hand in the other, Isha felt that she was ready to take a step towards the two boys. She stuck out her foot, leaned a bit of her weight on it, and nearly doubled over, about to throw up. She had no clue how she was going to make it.

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Alice smiled sadly at Isha as she grabbed onto her hand, and she clasped her other hand over, as well. She then began to pull the girl to her feet, and when she was up, slung the girl's arm around her shoulder. Isha tried to take a step, but it seemed too much an effort for the injury. "Don't worrry--I... I have you. Just use your other foot. I'll be your legs,"

[/color] she assured gently, a little nervous. She felt the girl's entire weight on her shoulders, and it made her nervous about dropping her. She wasn't good at carrying things--that was her brother's trait.

Speaking of James, he simply stared down the beach, and then back toward the forest, with the same thoughts as the boy next to him. When he looked back at him, James realized that he'd again forgotten his manners. A little hesitant, he stuck out his hand to the stranger and muttered audiably, "James."[/color]

Beginning to pant at her lack of stamina, Alice called out to her brother to help Isha. The more effort she put in, the more she began to feel all of the scrapes and bruises that were existing all over her body from the crash. She felt like she'd just been in a car crash more and more with every step she took... although, she had been in a plane crash. And she supposed that counted enough...

As he noticed the pair approaching, and his sister struggling to stand anymore, James perked and headed over to take Isha off of her shoulders and on to his. He glanced down to see that her ankle was... something. Sprained? Broken? Dislocated? He couldn't really tell. He just knew it was injured in some way. Though, he was careful to keep her on his left shoulder, avoiding his ugly wound. It was even uglier now that it was all dry. We need to find a river![/color] he kept telling himself over and over again.

As soon as Isha was onto her brother's shoulders, Alice drew in a deep, tired breath and collapsed down onto the sand. It was very fine, she noted, which could be bad if the wounded had gotten some sang in them--thier wounds could be infected within hours, and there didn't seem to be any medicine on the plane--except for Advil or something, possibly. Maybe some Pepto Bismal. Uck.

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[TygerShore]

"Don't worrry--I... I have you. Just use your other foot. I'll be your legs,"

Isha's brain started to shut down, until all she was basically doing was concentrating on breathing - in, out, in, out - it was all that she could manage. She felt as if she was going faint at any second -- she had gone her whole life without any serious injuries, and now, at the time when there weren't even any adults around, she gets hurt more than she had ever been. However, she was only hurt on the outside -- inside, she felt quite good, could she call these two people friends? As much as the pain succeeded in blocking everything else out, this thought kept nagging at her. She hadn't known any nice kids who were willing to help her back in New York. It was probably nothing, they were probably just helping her because there had just been a plane crash and she had actually survived, despite her ankle. Isha wanted to strongly believe that that wasn't true.

Isha felt a bit odd when she was passed to Alice's brother...she wasn't used to teenage boys. Back at home, she had always stayed away from them...well, she had stayed away from everyone, but she had a faint memory of her Mother joking with her on the beach, telling her not to trust guys, as well as her father telling her that he didn't want to see any boys hanging around the house. She knew they were just trying to protect her, but it still made her feel odd being so close to a boy right now. Isha nearly smacked herself in the face. She was nearly fainting from pain, and she was worried about a boy helping hold her up? How weird is that?

[a.NYS.sa~]

Unconciousness enveloped the small black-haired girl as she washed up on shore. She appeared dead for a few moments before the coughing began. Salt water spilled from her mouth, and she moaned. As she tried to pull herself to her feet, she shook and landed back in the sand. Sand...she used to enjoy it's feel. But now, it was just miserable to lay there, in pain. She coughed again, and rolled onto her stomach. "Why?" She begged softly. Her black hair clung to her face, becoming stringy and gross. She felt like a drenched cat. And the taste of the water was making her sick to her stomach. She slowly sat up, looking into the water. She saw others coming. Others on land, and others helping eachother. She sighed, getting to her feet. Her whole body hurt, as if bruised. She stumbled as she walked, and coughed again. When she passed a gathering of people, she stopped for a moment. She opened her mouth to speak, but all she could do was cough. She groaned and closed her mouth again, frowning miserably. She searched their faces, memorizing them as she looked. One looked to be in pain. But she didn't attempt to move. Instead, she kept moving.

Lexi, this was your stupidest idea yet. Planes are unsafe. Of course you knew that. This is going to drive you to that place again.

The girl's eyes closed and she drew in a deep breath. She was alive, though. That was good. But with these people she didn't know, on this place she didn't know. That would be an issue. She opened her aqua-blue eyes again and sighed sadly. "Welcome to the underworld, Lexi." She stated flatly.

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James was internally relieved when he noticed that the girl didn't seem to have a problem with him helping her. She seemed like she was about to pass out, really... which was kind of intimidating. That meant that anything he might do with even the slightest error would send her into unconciousness... but at the same time it might be better--then she wouldn't feel the pain. He then retracted the thought, realizing that if she was unconcious, she wouldn't respond to the pain when he gently applied pressure to different points with his fingers... thus he wouldn't know where the injury was.

Alice watched as her brother set Isha down on the sand, where as he squatted down and clung his hands to his knees. At that point, all he did was just stare into nowhere... he was probably thinking, she'd thought. She began to feel nervous; the whole feeling of reality was beginning to get to her. The fact that they might not be able to escape the island, the fact that there were so many kids, with no adults. The fact that everyone seemed horribly injured, the fact that there were no doctors around! James was probably one of the oldest people there, and it was a good thing he was good with sports injuries! Her hands began to shake, and her vision blurred... she thought she might as well pass out, too.

Finally breaking out of his silent thought process, James shimmied down to the end of Isha's legs, and put two fingers up. He then very lightly pressed down on different parts of her ankle, watching carefully for flinches or whines or moans. Once he could pinpoint the part that was most painful, he could begin trying to fix it. Once he'd found that, he took her foot very carefully in his large hands, and twisted it ever so slightly, waiting for her to groan or scream in pain. He hated doing it, but it was the only way to make it feel better.

Not wanting to watch her brother work, Alice had began to pace along the sand, looking around with a flip-flopping stomach. She spotted another girl with black hair moping down the beach, and she seemed injured and was coughing badly. "Oohh...!!"

[/color] she cried, and gently approached her. "E-Excuse me..!"[/color] she called, with a bit of a light voice. "Are... are you alright? You don't sound very good!"

James looked up for a second to see his sister gone from his side. He saw her approaching another girl, with black hair, and sighed. He hated it when she strayed away from him... but she always had to go around trying to help people, even if in the end it was he who always had to do the helping. But at least she put effort into it, he sighed.

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[a.NYS.sa~]

Lexi turned her attention to a girl. She blinked and opened her mouth to say something. But, then stopped herself. Was she alright? She looked down at herself. She had a few cuts and her clothes were tattered. She shrugged and looked back at the girl. "I'm fine. Go help that girl, she needs it more than I do." She gave a slight smile before standing up. "We need to find some make shift supplies..." She shrugged and turned away from the girl and walked away. Her head swirled with the events. Plane crash. Pain. Screams. She couldn't understand it, really. How had it happened? Her mind drew up blank at that thought. She stopped short and looked into the trees. She thought she saw movement, but maybe she had a concussion? She shook her head and shrugged. Who knew what could lay beyond those trees. Giant snakes. Tigers. Bugs the size of her head.

Lexi shivered and turned away from the trees. As she turned, she stepped into another survivor. She bit back a yelp and stumbled back. As she gazed up at him, a smile spread across her face. "Um, hello. Is your leg alright?" She managed to say, though her throat was dry.

She shifted on her feet, an uncomfortable feeling her. Like she was being stalked or watched. She glanced over her shoulder for a second, merely seeing a rustle of leaves. She shivered again and looked back to the boy. She wasn't sure what else to say, so she merely stood there.

[TygerShore]

Isha had been biting her lip, to stop from crying while James was trying to pinpoint the spot where her ankle needed to be twisted back into place. When he finally twisted it, she clenched her teeth hard, biting into her lip, and tasting the blood...she hated this. She hated every part of this island -- no, not the island, the plane....or was it the camp that she was heading to? She didn't know, she didn't care.

Isha licked her lip, her eyes filling with tears, that even in her present situation, she was embarrassed to shed. She squeezed her eyes closed, then opened them and looked down at her ankle. She was happy to admit to herself that it was feeling a lot better than before. "Th-thanks." She smiled weakly to the boy. She rubbed her eyes with the backs of her hands, ridding her eyes of the tears. Not quite trusting her voice yet, she managed to whisper "We should probably find some shelter...." She looked into the jungle, wondering what could be lurking just behind the screen of leaves.

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James sat back once he was done, sighing with a sort of light feeling. He was tired, and his arm was flaring up again, and he called to those who suggested an action in a slightly annoyed tone, "River! We need to find a RIVER!"

[/color] He'd finally gotten angry enough to voice his mind, and he then stood up heavily. Glancing around the clearing of beach, he locked eyes with the deep, dark depths of the forest that stood beyond them.

Alice turned around to look at her brother, making a little, nervous squeak.

"We need to work together for our own survival. Protection, too. We need to go into the forest, find a river, and follow it up to its scource--that's where it's the freshest. It'll be clean and healthy to drink, and we can clean out all of our wounds safely. It's the best idea at the moment. After that, we can look for supplies and shelter and all that other crap."[/color] without waiting for an answer, he glanced darkly over to his sister, who followed almost immediately, and they started for the scary-looking forest.

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[TygerShore]

Isha took a deep breath then picked herself up from the sand, wincing a bit as she put pressure onto her ankle, but was happy to find that she could actually use it without feeling as if she was about to throw up of faint. As the jungle loomed up before her, she blinked, then kept walking. She had to follow the others, they couldn't be separated or it would all go wrong. The thing was, Isha felt sure that it was all going to go wrong as soon as the entered the jungle, as if something -- not even a normal creature -- was waiting just behind the trees. Isha shivered as her mind raced to what it could be...but she wouldn't tell the others, that was just baby talk, her leg was probably just making her dizzy. If she told the others, they would probably just laugh at her...and the thing in the jungle wouldn't like it, no, it would get angry at her. She didn't want it to be angry with her, because instead of attacking her, it would kill the others, leaving her all alone. Then it would pick her off at her weakest moment. Isha shook her head, trying to think of something other than the creature as she followed the others into what she believed to be the belly of the beast.

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