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[saoirse]

[/style][style=width: 400px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: calibri; padding: 10px;]she had lost count of the days she had spent here on the island, but she could remember perfectly what it was like to wake up that afternoon, the smell of smoke beneath her nostrils, the sound of frantic voices. no, nothing had crashed, but she'd awoken on the white sandy beach of this annoyingly boring plot of land in the middle of the ocean. she'd pushed herself to her feet, and sluggishly held herself up, although her knees were weak, she found herself dropping back into the sand, her knee catching on a shell at a bad angle - leaving her with a deep gash. that gash had healed over the weeks, and months spent here, but a jagged scar was only one of few that were on show that particular afternoon. she'd made her way down to the waterfall, hiking her way through the jungle, her rucksack over her shoulder, and a pair of old khaki shorts that showed off far to much skin for anyone elses taste - but she was a different story. back in the real world, saoirse had been a bit of a tease, a bit of a flirt, and some would even go as far as to say - a bit of a slut. she'd always held herself to a certain level of perfection. she dressed immaculately, and spent hours getting ready in the morning so she would be gorgeous the instant she stepped out of those doors. with that kind of behavior though, came the bad personality that had earned her the title of queen bitch. upon arrival on the island though, she was given a new lease at life, a new change.

casting a glance behind herself as she wandered down to the shore of the stream, she set her bag down near the bushes, and slipped her wife beater over her head, set it aside and slipped off her shorts to add to the pile, and slipped off her boots. left in a mismatched set of underwear, she tied her hair back from her face and started into the water. it was cool to touch, but the water was nice against the rough bottoms of her feet and she sank down to her knees to splash the refreshing water over her face, and chest. the waterfall and the stream was one of her most visited locations, she'd spent many hours down here, trying to figure out why she'd been put on this island, and also trying to figure out what on earth she was going to do about getting back. she'd taken up the position of a nurse in the group, and though their numbers had started to grow more and more recently, she'd found the work easy, and relaxing. she had no idea if she'd ever get back to the mainland, get back to reality, but she was coping well... she had to, after all the time she'd spent here on this god forsaken island. the sound of crunching leaves behind her caught her attention, and her head instantly whipped around to catch sight of who, or what was around. you really never knew what you were going to run into when you walked off on your own. this place was full of mystery and questions.

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[finn]

I'm no saint, you're no martyr

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; height: 325px; background-image:url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liediyjHg21qcdtsho1_400.jpg), border: solid #C2CBC8 5px;] Finn had joined the ranks of the Islanders only a few short weeks ago. He had no idea how he’d gotten from his oversized and overstuff bed to this sunny paradise but in that time, his relatively short hair had grown into a curly fro of sorts and his already naturally tanned skin just kept getting darker in the constant sunlight. The place didn’t bother Finn at all. Sure it was a great deal more rural than even the small towns he’d taken to over the years but his biggest worry was Bastian. Was he alive? Did whatever brought him here hurt Bastian? Was he looking for Finn? The questions piled up and at night, whenever thing was peaceful, quiet and people were asleep, Finn’s otherwise fairly cheerful demeanor subsided to acknowledge the loneliness and the worry for the only person he gave two shits about; feelings which he otherwise suppressed and was able to ignore when there were people around to distract him. Wandering along a path which was slowly forming in the brush from the travels, Finn mused a hand through his long curls and sighed. His skin was grainy from a mixture of crystallized sweat on his skin and the sand that he couldn’t seem to escape. Carrying his make-shift bucket, Finn made his way to the stream, looking to rinse off a little and hopefully tame his hair. ”Next time, maybe they will send hair gel with them and a pair of scissors” He mused to himself. He wasn’t making any effort in being quiet. After all, he hadn’t seen anything dangerous to bother to make his presence unknown. ”and maybe a surf board.” He mused, smirking to himself. Though he wouldn’t admit it, his coping technique was pretending Bastian was there with him so he picture him around most the time. No he wasn’t crazy but he hadn’t really been apart from that boy since they were in middle school so being without him was a new thing. But Finn quickly realized he wasn’t alone as his eyes fell on someone’s attire and his eyes went about searching the water for the owner. ”Looks like I’m not the only one trying to get out of the heat a bit?” He asked with his thick accent, hoping for a reply just to confirm he wasn’t going insane.

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[saoirse]

[/style][style=width: 400px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: calibri; padding: 10px;]saoirse wasn't sure where to place the accent from, she wasn't even sure what nationality he was. his skin was dark, his hair was dark, and his face had the angles and shape of some exotic location. she'd never seen him around before, but as the newest arrivals started to settle into the camp, she'd barely given any of them a chance to get to know her anyway. her eyes darted over him a moment, glancing over him in one quick sweep before she shook her head a little, returning to splashing water against her tanned skin. you'd be surprised how many come out here, and how many prefer to stay on the beach instead. she added carefully. the jungle isn't exactly the safest place... she added as she leaned down to wet her hair, ringing it out over her shoulder before she started back to the shore. she was thin, and there was no denying the stay on the island had helped her lose those extra pounds she'd been eager to shed. her waist was small, and her stomach flat, her hip bones only slightly jutting out. her skin had gone from a milky white to a smooth golden tan, and her shoulders were lined with freckles. you're new around here. it wasn't a question, it was a statement, for she knew he hadn't been around long enough to know the area. he might have made the trip down to the stream on more than one occasion, but there was a freshness about him, the fear was still racking his bones. she remembered what that was like, the long sleepless nights where she'd worry about her family, or what her life would be like if she hadn't wound up here. people had probably counted her out as dead, and after fourteen months, she was sure her parents and her family would have given up all hope of ever finding her. it wasn't strange for saoirse to run off for a while, but she'd still give word of where she was, they would have known something was wrong.

my names saoirse... she reached for her shirt, tugging it over her head and smoothed it over her stomach, offering her a little more coverage from the eyes of the man before her. i've been here for.. for a long time, i was one of the first on the island. her brows wrinkled as she tried to figure out in her mind how long she really had been here. after a while, she'd stopped noting down the number of days that had passed, but she was sure it had been over a year. you might be one of the lucky ones she added hastily. some people disappear, and we can only assume they've made it back home... but i can't guarantee that either. she bit down on her lip as she watched him. she was still wary of any of the new comers, they may have a new life here on the island, but their pasts all varied and he could have been as dangerous as the next person.

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[finn]

I'm no saint, you're no martyr

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; height: 325px; background-image:url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liediyjHg21qcdtsho1_400.jpg), border: solid #C2CBC8 5px;] Finn eyed the girl a moment as she immerged from the water. Pretty, intense eyes seemed to be his weakness, at least they had been back in civilization. When he was taking a girl to bed, he liked her to have a pretty face so he could watch her facial expression as he gave them some of the best nights they would ever encounter. But experience gave Finn the ability to please someone like that. Not that he bragged, unless he was trying to bed a person of course. Challenging them to rate his performance tended to make them a little more eager to bed up with him and gave him a hell of an ego boost at the end. Then they went their separate ways and Finn was back in there the next night, using his same general lines and tactics on another girl. Her words brought him from his trance-like state and his eyes dropped to her lips, slowly comprehending words he’d only heard subconsciously since his mind was elsewhere. ”I am.” He said a little at her declaration to his length of stay. He continued to watch her, mentally comparing her to the mythical siren which seamen told tales of. But as she slide on her clothes, he was more inclined to believe she was a person and not a figment of his imagination. ”M’Finn” He said plainly, sating his urge to reach out and offer her his hand but sliding his hand through his mess of curls. ”How do you keep your hair from getting tangled?” He blurted, pushing part of the bush growing on his head from his eyes a little moodily. His hair was driving him absolutely nuts and he was ready to haphazardly chop it off with the next semi-sharp thing that caught his eyes. If that was a credit card that happened to wash up on shore, so help him, he would use it. ”Why are we here?” He asked, his mood switching from irritated to curious. If she’d bee n there so long, she’d know right? ”And where are we?” He sighed, looking at her. Asking questions of her like this made him feel less manly than he’d felt in years. Finn was supposed to be a man right? Have all the answers and protect the little lady? Well all he felt right now was like a bumbling fool.

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[saoirse]

[/style][style=width: 400px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: calibri; padding: 10px;]he seemed so different, so new and fresh and so.. vulnerable, and for such a muscular, and strong looking guy, it was odd for her to comprehend. but even the strongest of men, and fiercest had broken down on this island. she'd witness many men crying, she'd witnessed death, and fights, and arguments. she'd been through a lot in her time here, perhaps it had hardened and helped shape her into the girl that she was today. reaching a hand up to touch her hair timidly, her brow creased and she glanced away a moment. they.. well, whoever put us here, they send us things occasionally, i dont know how... or even where they come from, but we've found boxes, and things in the jungle. i have a brush, theres a few actually. she trailed her eyes over him a moment and razors.. she added, motioning to his jaw. but there are other things you can use for that, stubble i mean, hardened and sharpened rocks work well she shrugged a little, glancing down at herself a moment as she reached for her shorts, keeping her eyes on him, just in case. then the questions came, a she suspected they would, and her arms fell around her middle, she'd drawn back into her shell. the questions always came, and it made her feel horrible, because she really didn't have the answers to any of them. it bothered her, she'd been here so long, but she was still as clueless as the next person. i wish i could tell you why we're here, or where are are, but i don't even know. i woke up in the middle of the jungle one night, and i didn't even know how i got here. people have tried to get away, they've tried to build rafts, but they always come back, or something happens. i don't know why we're here, or who is doing this to us... but we're here, and we're surviving. she bit down on her lip, her brows wrinkling a little. where are you from, finn? do you have family who are going to be worried about you?

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[finn]

I'm no saint, you're no martyr

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; height: 325px; background-image:url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liediyjHg21qcdtsho1_400.jpg), border: solid #C2CBC8 5px;] As she confirmed that supplies arrived occasionally as miraculously as he had, Finn’s brow furrowed. What could possibly be doing this? God? Why would God be doing this to them? Finn had never particularly been a religious man but he respected the idea of there being a God to prevent any serious smiting. Sure he drank and he’d be the first suspect in coveting his neighbors wife – particularly his neighbor’s since that brunette was all legs and had the ass of a goddess – but he didn’t murder or draw too much serious negative attention to himself. As it were, many hardcore Christians and the like would condemn Finn to hell but Finn preferred to believe that when death came, it just stopped, everything stopped. There was no more existing. That’s what Finn wanted. Once he died, he just wanted to stop. ”I’ll have to nab me a brush off someone then.” He said, his hand falling to his facial hair and stroking it a bit. ”You think someone would mention they have razors after a few weeks.” He said plainly. ”Do you have scissors or sheers or something I can get rid of some of this hair with?” He asked, messing with his mop and setting his makeshift bucket down. Going to the stream, Finn squatted down and cupped his hands to apply some water to his hair, trying to organize it at least a bit. ”No ideas what brought us here then?” He asked to confirm his suspicions. ”No theories?”. He splashed water on his face, enjoying the cool liquid against his hot, sun bathed skin. As she inquired about him, Finn couldn’t help but smirk a little. ”Everywhere.” He said, a thought occurring to him. His wanderlust was going to get bad if he was stuck on this island for any length of time. ”But I was born is Brazil.” He informed her, not sure if that was the answer she was looking for but it being the only one he had. Questions about his family brought his gaze up to hers. ”I have a brother.” He said simply, eyes glazing over slightly with sadness at the thought of Bastian. ”You?”

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[saoirse]

[/style][style=width: 400px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: calibri; padding: 10px;]you'd be surprised at the things we have here with us, the sorts of things they send over. they.. i keep saying they as though it's people - but that's really the only idea i have about this whole... fiasco. she heaved a breath as she sat down on the pebbled shore of the water, extending her feet to let them rest in the water, she eyed him quietly. we have a list of everything here, in one of the huts. can probably speak to jack and see if i can get a look at what we have spare, and we can probably sort something out. she trailed her eyes over him, her eyes dipping down over his belly and over his crotch a moment before she quickly shifted her gaze back up to his face. it had been so long since she'd been with a man, fourteen months of torture and having to use her hand. the tip of her pink tongue darted out over her lips and she glanced back to his face. in the real world, men were always around. she had what she needed when she wanted it, and she was known to go home with a different guy almost every time she went out - as long as she wanted to that was. it's weird, adjusting to new people who show up. we're so used to knowing everything about basically everyone, when someone new comes in you have to be able to pick out who to trust, whos going to turn on you, whos dangerous, and the ones who aren't going to make it past the third month. she glanced back up at him, watching his features. it was never easy to talk about the deaths she'd seen, or how many people had found things to hard, and rough. those who got tired, and depressed because they were apart from their families. you had to make do with fruit, and fish, and the occasional animal they could find in the jungle. it definitely grew tiresome after a while.

we think theres some kind of... i dont know.. game or something. why us? why are we here? and why do they send us things? it's like they want to see how we react. they laugh when we fail, and challenge us when we stand strong. i wish i knew who had done this, because they certainly wouldn't be alive when i got through with them. inhaling, she gazed down at the water at her ankles. reaching a hand down to scoop it up and sprinkle it over her calf's, she shrugged a little. i have my parents, and thats about it. they probably think i'm dead by now. she lifted her gaze back to him, scooting forward a little as she watched him wash. the water isn't going to help, you know? we have aloe, it grows down in the farm. you can use that for your hair, helps moisturize it, keep it from getting dry. and it will.. the sun, and the sea water. your hair is going to frizz like theres no tomorrow. she'd been through it all, and it was good to be able to impart her knowledge on another, even if it wasn't going to help him the greatest.

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[finn]

I'm no saint, you're no martyr

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; height: 325px; background-image:url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liediyjHg21qcdtsho1_400.jpg), border: solid #C2CBC8 5px;] ”So, basically someone is trying to play God huh?” Finn asked, quirking his brow, eyes rising suspiciously to the sky like he was going to see someone up there, watching down on them. But nay, there were just some leaves that provided some much needed shade covering and past those, just clouds in a perfectly blue sky. Sighing, Finn lowered his gaze and looked at her. ”There really should be a welcome, we have supplies memo for people who arrive because I would have shaved a month ago.” He said, stroking his chin, still not use to the hair growing there. He pulled one of his curls straight, listening to her, nodding a moment and looking up at her. ”Yea, I can understand that.” He said with a nod. ”People aren’t always what they seem and just because we’re on an island doesn’t mean their natures change.” He cast his gaze down at the ground for a minute, losing himself in a brief thought before bringing his attention back to the girl. As he listened to the accepted theory, his brow furrowed. It just seemed crazy that people were doing this. He knew that people could be cruel to each other and did some really fucked up things but putting people on an island for shits and giggles? How had they gotten him here without anyone knowing? It didn’t really add up but it sounded a cry less crazier than his guess about God putting them there, especially since he had no reason. For a brief second, Finn speculated that there was another flood or something similar on its way and they would be the ones saved but he wasn’t save worthy. By no means was Finn a man worth saving to repopulate the Earth. And that also raised the question, if him, then why not Bastian too? ”That’s an interesting theory.” He said simply, not ready to write it off completely. Maybe with proof it’d be more believable. Looking up at her as water dribbled down his face a little, he nodded. ”Thanks. I’ll have to grab some when I head back.”

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[saoirse]

[/style][style=width: 400px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: calibri; padding: 10px;]he was right when he suggested someone was trying to play god. there was no doubt in her mind that someone truly messed up with a god complex was trying to destroy peoples lives by placing them here. what surprised her more was that people hadn't seemed to notice all these people going missing. but when she looked back at how many people had gone missing - you could hardly blame them not noticing the twenty odd people out of the millions on the islands of hawaii. it did make her wonder though, where exactly was this island if no one had come here to look for them. how far were they from the mainland? i'll make sure to make a note of that and tell jack jack had pretty much taken up the role of the leader of the island, he'd been the one person everyone had turned to when they needed some help. he was strong minded, older, and offered some great advice. but it was probably about time that they did something to orientate the new people into the island and the way they lived. i guess, sometimes it just goes unnoticed when a new person shows up. it happens every few months, and it's not like they arrive in the camp. i'm sure you were lost in the jungle like the rest of us. she added as she leaned down to rinse out her shirt, rubbing it against some of the smooth rocks on the bottom of the stream. it had been washed so many times, that the material was starting to disintergrate. she made a mental note to pick up a new top from the storage box.

all i can really tell you about this place is... it's so different to how it was when we got here. over a year ago, i think, but we've built up the camp, we've started on the farm, we've managed to use some of the natural ingredients around the place for soaps and things, and the waterfall is a good method of washing yourself. we've really kind of learned how to survive.. she shrugged a little as she cast a glance back at him. i'll show you where things are back at the camp though, if you want to know. we'll set you up with a backpack,and a knife, and get you on the ration list. she inhaled deeply as she set the shirt out on the dry ground to dry, and leaned back on her hands as she looked him over. god she missed the things a males body could do, she missed the rough hands, and the hair on their chest, or their muscles beneath her fingers. shivering lightly she dragged her stare away from him. she needed to get that off of her mind, now.

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[finn]

I'm no saint, you're no martyr

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; height: 325px; background-image:url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liediyjHg21qcdtsho1_400.jpg), border: solid #C2CBC8 5px;] Finn mused a hand through his tangle of hair, sighing and looking around them. Boredom was setting in just listening to Saoirse. She herself wasn’t boring to him but the idea of being stranded on an island with nothing to do except survive wasn’t something he was looking forward to. Maybe, just maybe if the person who was playing God would send him a surf board, just maybe he would be able to tolerate these days out on the water, in the waves but otherwise, he was sure to be the next to go in the suicides. Ok, maybe not but it was a thought. Finn was a little too stubborn and optimistic to just let it end like that. His eyes drew back to her and he nodded, unable to keep another sigh from escaping his lips. ”No one would have happened to find a surf board or something of the like around here huh?” He asked, tilting his head as he looked over her a moment. On a normal day, she would be just the type of lady his eyes would linger over and use a line to get her into bed but sex seemed like merely a memory at this point. He had other things on his mind, mainly Bastian’s well being. He listened and nodded some more. Having retracted into his mind, his conversational skills were lacking. Continuing to look around, Finn realized how rude he was being to the nice lady and squatted down, splashing some water on his face to try and clear his mind. ”That’s creative.” He said, furrowing his brow, wondering if that was really what it was. Was it creative or just surviving? But her offer brought his attention back and he nodded once more. ”That would be a great help.” He said honestly, looking away a moment, once again focused on everything around them, turning his attention back to her to catch her gaze moving away. He considered her a moment before rustling in the bushes caught his attention and his eyes searched the bushes for whatever it was before looking back at her to see her reaction to gauge his own. Maybe he was overreacting, he didn’t know. She was, after all, the veteran of the island.

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[saoirse]

[/style][style=width: 400px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: calibri; padding: 10px;]saoirse had spent far to long on this island not to know how confused people would get. there was something obvious about the way that people would wander around the island like drones. going about their daily life with that glimmer of hope in their eyes that they'd eventually get out of there. but she knew that she was bound to stay here, if she had any luck in the world it was gone. she'd spent months wondering and hoping and watching people come and go as the people who put them there wanted. but she was still stuck in the same place, the same island, going about her daily life like the rest. it had been around the six month mark where she'd finally come to the realization that she wasn't going to get out, and that she had to move on with her life if she wanted to survive here. it seemed like giving up, and at first, it basically was. but she started to get into the rhythm of things, started to build her life up and focus on other things than waiting for that trip home that was never going to come. how could she possibly assimilate back into a regular society after being missing for so long? with no explanation of what happened? after being tortured as emotionally as she had been. no, this island was now her home, and that wasn't about to change anytime soon.

a surfboard? no.. but you could probably figure out a way to make one, or something at least similar. you know, being out here, you need to take your mind off of the idea of why, and instead focus on this as though it's your new life - even if you don't know when its going to change, do something to take your mind off of it. i throw myself into work... cause it's the only thing that helps me get through the day. she watched him carefully. she could tell he was finding this hard, and whether that was because he was alone without his brother, or because he really was incapable of handling this huge change in his life - she wasn't sure entirely. inside everyone though, was that soldier, rearing to get out and take over. he wasn't going to be the kind of guy to just break down in tears, or let it get to him in front of others. but he was the type of guy to let it chip away at him until he finally snapped. none of this is easy she murmured, tucking her hair behind her ear as she pushed slowly to her feet, easing into the water slowly she made her way to him, her hand reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. but you can get through it, i'm sure of it.

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