open / dirty little secret

[elijah collin maynard]

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it was dark, the moon was high and reflecting down upon his tanned skin. he slung a sheet around his shoulder, forming a small pouch as he climbed up one of the trees. it had only just begun to bare ripe fruit, and he knew that if he didn't get his choice now, it would be divided between the rest of the inhabitants. the issue wasn't that he didn't want to share, it was that he preferred to close himself off to the rest of the people, and if he could get his pick now, he'd end up with double the fruit as the others, which also meant that he wouldn't have to seek them out for food any time soon. six months he'd been here, fresh out of prison on parole, and then he'd just... disappeared. he tried to steer clear of the main beach, and instead, he'd made his camp towards the stream. fresh water was at his disposal, people stayed away from him, because he was quiet. they didn't know whether they should trust him or not. he'd gained the nickname of the mountain man after the first week, when he'd decided to venture off on his own, and had disappeared for four whole days while he explored the terrain. in that time though, he'd located some pretty interesting looking caves towards the bottom of the mountain range, and had camped there for a little while, hunting, and scoping out what was around him, while he dealt with the loss of the new life he was about to make for himself back on the mainland.

fruit sat heavily against his stomach, his shirt was stuffed in a small backpack, down at the base of the tree, and sweat was beading on his chest as he climbed, straining his muscles when they refused to budge or put in any decent effort. finally, he grabbed his six piece of fruit from the top of the tree, and began to scale back down to the bottom. dropping down onto the soft dirt. he tore open his bag and began to put the fruit away, casting a wary glance around him - although sure everyone would be asleep at this point. picking up the flashlight from the side pocket of his bag, he started to make his way back from the orchard, and away from the farm. but he didn't get far when he heard the sound of footsteps, light on the dirt and grass. he pressed back against a tree and cast a glance around the corner of it, his brows wrinkling at the sight of the person.

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[barbie jennifer mchale]

[/style][style=width: 460px; border-top: 10px #ee82ee solid; border-bottom: 10px #ee82ee solid; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; text-size: 11px; font-family: times; color: #000000]Stars twinkled in the clear night sky, and the grass was cool and wet, slapping water against the tops of her boots as she walked. It was the only time that she felt she was able to go to the orchard. She discovered the place not long after the other islanders, but always made a point to go when no on else would be around. Of course she knew about them, as she'd been dropped with them all that time ago, but she didn't want the newer inhabitants to know about her. She liked to be invisible, sneaking through the jungle on her own, and only looking out for herself. Sure, it wasn't the most glamorous life like shed had before being dropped on this island, but now she figured it was better than having to find food and having to share it with others. She was clearly independent and she wanted it to stay like that.

Barbie ended the orchard but her night was quickly interrupted by the sudden blinding light of a flashlight in her eyes. The brunette groaned and put a hand up to cover her eyes. Someone else was in the orchard, someone she was bound not to know and that was going to bug her. "Put that thing away, would ya?" She said. She felt her back pocket for knife but couldn't find it. She was now defenseless. At least until she could get the object from her bag. She knew that she couldn't have left it back at her cave; she never left home without it. So if it wasn't in her pockets it would be in the black backpack she always kept on her shoulders.

tagged: Elijah (Jenners) / open outfit: CLICK words: unknown notes: hay thurr, buddy.

[elijah collin maynard]

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elijah found it hard at times to be around these people, there was something about the people on the island that really plucked at his last nerve. it was no difference now, as he was making his escape from the orchard, away from the scene of the crime with his fresh fruit in his bag. he could hardly believe someone had managed to trample in on his escape, and it bugged him to no end as he cast a look over the shorter, younger girl who seemed a little surprised herself to see someone out there. he clicked off the light and tucked it into the backpack that was slung over his shoulder. his breathing was cut short at the sound of her voice and he shook his head slowly. what are you doing here? he hissed from his spot, his hand gripping the hilt of the knife that was slid into the side of his boot, and he drew it out carefully. he wasn't about to let himself get won over by a pair of tits on legs. slowly though, he stepped around the edge of the tree, his eyes dragged over her a moment and immediately, the judgements flooded his mind. don't tell anyone i was here. he added quietly, watching her face curiously. he didn't know her, which was no surprise. he kept to himself most of the time, he found it easier not to get attached to anyone, especially when he figured he was going to get out of here as soon as he could. he hoisted the backpack carefully over his shoulder, again, making sure it was resting over his arm as he backed up a little, his knife still resting at his side, his grip on it was tight. should go back to your hut, little girl. don't want to get hurt out here, you'll probably get lost. he added, his comment snarky and his tone judgmental. it was a shame though, she had a pretty great body, if she hadn't been so young he would have believed she had some guts. he knew though, she was just going to be the regular, scared little girl who found herself on the island, and was looking for the solace and protection by strong arms, and a loving hold.

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[barbie jennifer mchale]

[/style][style=width: 460px; border-top: 10px #ee82ee solid; border-bottom: 10px #ee82ee solid; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; text-size: 11px; font-family: times; color: #000000]The light that shone in her eyes made it impossible for her to see who was on the other end. She didn't know who it was, and that made her even more cautious. Slowly she pulled off her backpack, and reached around, searching the front pocket for her little knife, her eyes never leaving the spot where the light had been coming from. It took only a few seconds for her find it, a sly smirk appearing on her face when she noticed it was still open and ready for business. Suddenly the light when out, and both parties were left in the pale light cast down from the moon and stars that hung above them in the ink black sky. Barbie ran her fingers over the blade of her knife as she finally was able to catch a glimpse of the man behind the light. Damn. He was good looking, but he had a dangerous look to him, even with his shirt off, which in her mind was a bonus, but she wouldn't let her guard down that easily. She was just as dangerous as he appeared. She may only have had a dainty little switch blade on her, but she knew how to use it. 

Barbie listened to the man speak and shrugged as if it was obvious as to why she was there. She was there for the same reason as he was by the looks of it: food. She had no other intentions than gathering what she needed for the next week or so and only then she would be on her way back to her cave. The second of his comments confused her. Tell who? She didn't really know anyone on the island. She'd met a few people, but she hadn't talked to them in over a year. They probably thought she was killed after venturing into the jungle on her third day. It got her wondering if they were still alive. She would have asked, but she didn't even remember their names, so it didn't really matter, now did it? 

"Who would I tell? I don't know anyone. You're the first person I've seen on the island in a year." She said. Maybe that wasn't completely true as she'd bumped into those two men a few days ago after the cargo drop, but she didn't really know them. She knew their names, but that was it. It wasn't enough to go galavanting over to the beach where the other supposed islanders had made camp. She'd been there herself, but she still wasnt quite sure if they'd there or moved. Then she got to thinking, why would the others care? Was he not aloud to find food for himself? Was it some sort of community on the beach where everyone had to share everything? Barbie wrinkled her nose at the thought. It was sickening. 

She laughed at the thought of her getting lost out here. Over the time she had been here on the island, she'd been able to familiarize herself with the island, even found some hidden places she was pretty sure no one else knew of. "Sorry, good-looking, but I don't live in some hut, and I could never get lost. I've probably been here longer than you anyways." She moved some hair from her face as she spoke. It was probably even true. She seemed to have been on this island longer than most, and she liked it that way. It gave her an advantage, one she was always able to use against the others when it came to finding food around the island before everyone. Especially the animals that roamed the jungles that surrounded them. 

tagged: Elijah (Jenners) / open outfit: CLICK words: unknown notes: hay thurr, buddy.

[elijah collin maynard]

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though the girl was young, and a cute thing to look at. she merely looked like a child, thrown into the wild like he had been. but at the age of thirty four, elijah had had far more life experience than some girl who was a head shorter than he, who barely had the muscles to hold the back on her back, or the kind of girl who looked like the jungle was merely her enemy. but looks could most certainly be deceiving, he had reminded himself as he listened to her talk. there was some doubt in her mind, that this softness about her could merely be a facade for the actual fierce person who was buried deep inside of her. everyone was prone to change, particularly when you were thrown into this kind of a life. you had no choice but to grow stronger to survive. it was a game of the strongest will survive, it was testing their natural instinct to see who really was capable of living in such a different place. she looked slightly wild, with her hair a mess and her clothes dirty. obviously, she hadn't heard of shampoo, or come across the hut of cargo collected over the year. there was an assortment of objects, and an assortment of concoctions made by the islanders, and a moisturizing soap that was suitable for their hair was definitely one of them.

he juggled his bag from one shoulder to the other and cast a glance over his shoulder to the row of short trees. how is it that you've come to separate yourself from the rest of the islanders for an entire year, yet you still know where the food is? he asked, his brow cocking as he looked back to her, trailing his eyes over her shorter figure. when he really did take a closer look, despite the dim light, he could definitely tell she was athletic, and must have done a lot of running or climbing. her legs were definitely toned. and how is it no one else has ever caught you looting from their precious little orchard before? he reached a hand into his backpack, producing a kiwi fruit which he tossed to her, his brows raising a little. i'm elijah.. he added cautiously, watching her movements to calculate any kind of threat. although opening up to people was not on his list of things to do on this island, he knew that making enemies was only going to get him so far when it came to surviving out here. he didn't know how long he would be out here for, or what was going to even happen to them. all he knew was, he was going to survive, and he'd show them just how strong he really was when it came down to life or death - he'd done it before, and he would definitely do it again. life was something that could be taken in an instant, and a memory is all that could be left. he'd learned to love, and to lose. he'd been through a lot in his thirty four years, and perhaps that was what had shaped the man to be what he was today. i suggest you take what you need and get out of here, especially if they don't know you exist. they don't take kindly to people nicking their food, especially when they want to ration it out to people. he nose crinkled in disgust and he looked down at his hands. i guess no matter where you go, or where you wind up. there is always going to be some democratic assholes deciding whats best for us.

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[barbie jennifer mchale]

[/style][style=width: 460px; border-top: 10px #ee82ee solid; border-bottom: 10px #ee82ee solid; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; text-size: 11px; font-family: times; color: #000000]It had been her own idea to go out into the jungle on her own. She'd gotten sick of the beach, of the others around her. Despite her profession, Barbie had never really been that fond of people, sure she wouldn't le it show. She had generally been a kind, soft hearted, sweetheart; a role model for girls, even if they only saw her face in a magazine. She had been famous. She hadn't been one of those models that strut down a catwalk at a fashion show, she was a print model, for perfume lines, cosmetic companies. She hadn't done fashion because that wasn't her thing. Though she was beautiful through out physically, her manager only cared about her face, and pimped that out to different auditions and companies, making her facial beauty the entire plot line of her career. She didn't care about that anymore. When she came to the island, none of that mattered. She realized on that third day, that she was alone here, and she could only take care of herself. Staying on the beach meant she would have to share in the wealth that the island had to offer, but having left she was able take what she needed for herself and never have to share with another.

Barbie shrugged, slipping her backpack back over her shoulders. She wasn't about to tell this random guy she'd met her entire life story. Especially if he was dangerous. He would be bound to use it against her sometime in the future. Something that she couldn't have. She couldn't give this guy any leverage for him to use later. She wasn't here to make friends, she was here only to survive. The only thing that she would allow him to know about her was her name, and even then, only if he asked, or gave up his own in return. She even laughed at his second question, her dark eyes glittering in the pale moonlight from the sheer joy she felt at his stupidity. Wasn't it obvious how she was able to evade the other? Not only was she small, and able to be invisible when she believed she needed to be, but she snuck around at night when everyone else was asleep, or so she had thought until this night.

She took a few steps closer to the man, Elijah, was it? And stopped just as he threw the kiwi at her. She smiled and caught the fruit, playing with the rough skin between her fingers as he spoke. She thought that it was kind of good advice, be quick, be quiet, be invisible. She agreed with that, and now a days she lived by those rules. something she wasn't sure she would have been able to do in her previous life, not with her face being thrown everywhere and everywhere her manager had been able to place it. It was kind if gross, but she dealt with it. It was all she could do. Barbie looked down at her hands as she played with the small fruit held between them, before looking back up at Elijah and nodded in agreement. He was right. Democracy was everywhere, and neither of them would ever be able to escape it. Unless, they worked together. No. They couldn't do that. It would only burden her. She was a free bird and it needed to stay that way. She shook her head, as she weighed the pros and cons in her mind, as she spoke. "I'm Barbie."

tagged: Elijah (Jenners) / open outfit: CLICK words: unknown notes: hay thurr, buddy.