Post by barbie jennifer mchale on Sept 8, 2012 12:17:34 GMT -5
[/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 days had passed quickly for her unexpectedly. She'd been thrown onto this island thirteen months ago, no explanation, no reason, no nothing. Time had been slow at first. She didn't know what to do, who to talk to, so she didn't try. She didn't really have the will to. She was scared, anti-social and soon became hungry. Three days after she arrived she ventured into the jungle with nothing but the clothes she wore and a small switch blade she'd come across. Since that night she'd changed. At first it had been just stubble things, and then she had changed for the worse. She was no longer Barbie McHale of Los Angeles, in Honolulu for work. Now she was just Barbie, the girl of the jungle; dangerous.
Now-a-days, Barbie stayed in a cave she'd found deep in the jungle: secluded, alone, and lonely. Truthfully she hadn't seen anyone since her venture into the jungle all those months ago. She'd stayed by herself, slowly -- if not already -- going crazy. However, today was the exception. She had decided to go out, mostly to find food. She had become quite good at the task. She learned how to track the steps of different animals, and learned which ones were safe to hunt and which weren't. Of course she learned these things the hard way, but what else was she to do? Many times she'd debated with herself about whether or not to go back to the beach, to reunite with the other humans who'd been thrown here by whatever sick bastard decided this would be a good idea.
Barbie had grabbed the backpack she'd taken from a corpse she'd come across, mauled by some animal she had concluded, but she hadn't cared how they'd died/ She was only looking after herself, and if someone had what she needed, dead or alive she would do whatever she could to get it. She'd set out that morning, picking fruit from high in the trees, and gathering various flora from the ground below her feet. It was at that time that she'd begun to track a boar deep into the jungle, farther than she'd previously been only to come across a large field in the center of it all. She stopped and looked around. It was all grass, stretching as far as she could see, with various trees surrounding the grassy area.
She narrowed her eyes and crouched down, hiding herself in the tall blades. It appeared as if no one or nothing was around, but she'd learned that that was not always the case. She slowly crept forward, still crouched. She pulled the switchblade from her pocket and clicked the blade into view. Barbie's dark eyes scanned the field carefully, watching for any sign of life. Suddenly she saw the bushes on her left move and slowly stood up, and made her way over, the knife held out in front of her. She licked her lips, a smirk pulling on the corners of her lips, ready to strike at any moment. "Come to mommy, sweetheart." She said in a whisper, her voice low and almost seductive in tone. She reached the bush and waited, her eyes never leaving the area where she had seen the movement in the leaves.
Now-a-days, Barbie stayed in a cave she'd found deep in the jungle: secluded, alone, and lonely. Truthfully she hadn't seen anyone since her venture into the jungle all those months ago. She'd stayed by herself, slowly -- if not already -- going crazy. However, today was the exception. She had decided to go out, mostly to find food. She had become quite good at the task. She learned how to track the steps of different animals, and learned which ones were safe to hunt and which weren't. Of course she learned these things the hard way, but what else was she to do? Many times she'd debated with herself about whether or not to go back to the beach, to reunite with the other humans who'd been thrown here by whatever sick bastard decided this would be a good idea.
Barbie had grabbed the backpack she'd taken from a corpse she'd come across, mauled by some animal she had concluded, but she hadn't cared how they'd died/ She was only looking after herself, and if someone had what she needed, dead or alive she would do whatever she could to get it. She'd set out that morning, picking fruit from high in the trees, and gathering various flora from the ground below her feet. It was at that time that she'd begun to track a boar deep into the jungle, farther than she'd previously been only to come across a large field in the center of it all. She stopped and looked around. It was all grass, stretching as far as she could see, with various trees surrounding the grassy area.
She narrowed her eyes and crouched down, hiding herself in the tall blades. It appeared as if no one or nothing was around, but she'd learned that that was not always the case. She slowly crept forward, still crouched. She pulled the switchblade from her pocket and clicked the blade into view. Barbie's dark eyes scanned the field carefully, watching for any sign of life. Suddenly she saw the bushes on her left move and slowly stood up, and made her way over, the knife held out in front of her. She licked her lips, a smirk pulling on the corners of her lips, ready to strike at any moment. "Come to mommy, sweetheart." She said in a whisper, her voice low and almost seductive in tone. She reached the bush and waited, her eyes never leaving the area where she had seen the movement in the leaves.
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