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[maura]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 518 // outfit // click // tagged // anyone boy with a coin, T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A after over a year on the island, maura had adapted pretty well to life away from civilization. luckily for her though, she had grown up in some pretty uncivilized places, and her experiences had prepared her for what she had to deal with now. her father had been a doctor with the air force, and after that worked for the peace corps, taking her along with him wherever he went. he'd taught her how to survive in any situation, how to take care of herself. and right now, those skills she learned gave her a leg up on most of the other people on the island. but while she cared about her survival, she also knew that everyone on the island was on the same boat that she was, and most didn't have the skills that she did. so she felt that even though she could survive perfectly fine on her own, it was in her best interest to help the people who needed it. because who knew, someday she might need their help. at the moment, though, she had just wanted to get away from everyone and spend a few days on her own, just to try and figure things out. as one of the first people on the island, she had seen people come and even some people go. she'd watch people go crazy enough to kill, and she had even killed a few people herself. she wasn't proud of that fact, and she wishes that it could have been avoided, but she does what needs to be done, and that's that. all she knew was that the island was where she was at the moment, and this was what she had to deal with. and as long as she could keep other people safe, she would do whatever was needed. and right now, she was on a quest to get something that was needed. obsidian. it was perfect for knives and arrows, which could always come in handy. luckily, the island had volcanoes, so the volcanic glass was abundant. during her first few weeks on the island, she had discovered a large deposit of it, and had done well to keep it a secret. she didn't need the word getting out to the people who decided to tough it out on their own and have them take it all. no, it was her deposit, and she was going to keep it that way. no more than a mile from her destination, maura stopped for a water break, pulling a full bottle of fresh water from her pack, taking a small sip of the warm liquid. the sun was beating down harshly, and maura rubbed her hand against her forehead to get the sweat off. sitting down, she leaned against a rock and looked out over the island. it was beautiful, and if she wasn't stuck here, she'd have enjoyed coming here very much. but because she'd had no choice in the matter, she wasn't too thrilled. closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and just felt at piece, at least for the time being. notes // la la la la (:

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[dominic henry everdeen]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] The Words: idk The Notes <3 Dominic Everdeen had been on the island for a little longer than two months. He had been brought to the island with the last group of people. He kept to himself for the most part, but was starting to have no choice but to associate with the other islanders. He was a professional hitman back home so surviving hadn't been too much of an issue. He was an observant man who could easily adapt to various situations and he had yet again on the island. His history as a hitman was a long one, but these days he had grown tired of being a monster that was set on others by well paying revenge seeking business men. Despite his frustrations of being brought to the island by an unknown enemy, a part of him was actually grateful that the organization he worked for could not find him on this spit of land. It was a breath of fresh air, actually. Whenever he found himself with nothing to do, Dominic would explore the island. Usually he would bring something to eat back to the camp, but his main purpose was to map the island, see how big it was and if there was any clues that the other islanders may have missed. He had yet to trek up the mountains, so today was the day. He knew that from the top of the mountains, he'd be able to get a good view of the whole island, which would allow him to measure the size of the island much more easily than walking around the whole perimeter of the spit of land. With him Dominic brought a backpack with enough supplies to last him at least three days. He brought food, a large bottle of water, rope, a change of clothes, a tarp and a knife to survive the wilderness as he trekked across the island towards the mountains. As the ground began to gradually rise, Dominic began to feel the strain in his muscles as the sun beat down upon him, trying to make his journey just that little extra bit more difficult, but he was determined to keep on going, despite the fact that he was drenched in sweat and knew that he would need to rest soon. As he scaled yet another hill, Dominic stopped abruptly, as it dawned upon him that he wasn't alone all the way out here. He felt the metaphorical monster within him growl defensively, before it calmed down once he realised that the young woman sitting down by the rock was a familiar face from camp. "Maura." He stated her name as a form of greeting. His tone wasn't friendly, nor was it cold. There was a neutral politeness that took over his tone as he analyzed the situation, wondering to himself why she was all the way out in the wilderness. Like most of the people on the island, Dominic didn't know Maura very well, but by observing her from time to time on the sidelines, knew that she was one of the stronger ones. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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