Lost V2

[Alan Haskayne]

Beach, Unidentified island
Alan awoke to screaming, shaking and the distinct smell of burning jet fuel. His seat was away from the plane so he could see everything through squinted eyes. There was burning fuel spewing from one of the engines, igniting part of the beach, already covered with it from a leaking wing. The plane was almost intact, with the only major damage being to the wings, being held on with only a handful of metal supports and hoses that were leaking fuel at an alarming rate. Part of the sides were heavily damaged, leaving gaping holes that some people, including him were sucked out of. He felt his body being shook, and something being said that he couldn't quite hear. He tried to focus and he heard Alexandria's voice, yelling something at him in Hebrew. He calmly patted her shoulder and said "English, please Alex." to which he heard her let out a relieved sigh, and Alexandria saying "Alan, oh thank the lord. Oh I had thought I lost you." he kinda chuckled and undid his belt, slowly getting out of his seat. He then pointed to the cargo hold and shook his head slightly "The problem is never the dead, it is the living. Grab your rifle Alex, then meat me back out here." she nodded and dashed for the cargo hold, then quickly got into it.

Alan quickly scaled one of the wings, and ran toward the fuselage, toward the large hole above the wing. He jumped over the small gap and got into a area he realised he probably would want to stay outside. The stink of death and screams of injured filled the air, and he was forced to cover his nose as he made his way to the cockpit, past the people who screamed for help, but were mostly perfectly fine, just in shock. He eventually made it to the cockpit, and flicked switches until the engines shut down. He sighed slightly with relief. That hopefully would conserve some of the fuel so they could use it for heat, in case this island was cold at night. He looked at the pilot, then at the co pilot, seeing both of their heads smashed against the console. He grimaced slightly, and kicked in some of the small storage areas, before finding what he was looking for. He mumbled to himself and said "One clip, classic." muttering as he drew the pistol back, loading it, and sticking it in his coat pocket.

Alexandria scurried into the cargo hold, crawling into the area with the bags that had been loaded last, as she suspected hers and Alan's had been. She found hers without too much searching, it wasn't terribly hard to find, being a fairly distinctive grey mesh looking style. She quickly unzipped it, tossing some books aside, along with her clothes, the only thing she took care with was her copy of the Torah. She then opened her case, quickly extending the stock of her rifle, and attaching her red dot sight. She grabbed her forward grip, sloting it into the proper slot, and then setting it aside and loading her clips full of bullets. She then jammed a clip into the rifle, and yanked the bolt back, then calmly went back to repacking her bag.

[Edenecho]

Simon, like Alan, had been sucked out of the plane. When he came to, he was laying on the beach with a heavy piece of metal on top of him. Everything was hazy, and his consciousness lasted only briefly, before he shuddered and passed out again, but only for a second. When he came to again, he was seeing everything very differently. He blinked a couple of times to clear his vision, though it only seemed to work with one eye. Ignoring that, he turned his attention to the piece of metal on top of him, which was big, heavy, and kind of digging into his stomach slightly. It wasn't anything serious, really, but it had the potential to get worse if it stayed on him to long. The problem was the metal was to heavy for just one normal human to lift....or was that a problem?

Shade gave the metal a hefty shove, effectively flipping the heavy metal off of him. He sat up and rand his hand over the side of his face, which was throbbing. When he took his hand away, it was covered in blood. Running his hand down the side of his face again, he traced the deep cut that went from his forehead, down over his eye and to his cheek, stopping just at the base of his cheekbone. It was deep, but no damage was done to his eye beyond the blood running into it, which is why it wouldn't clear very well. Wiping the blood off his face as if it didn't hurt in the slightest, he glanced around, apparently also not caring about his stomach wound. He was pleased to see that for whatever reason, his carry on was laying not to far away, but his seat was nowhere in sight. Ignoring anything about that that didn't make sense, he scrambled across the sand to his carry on, opening it. He immediately took out his flip-open sword, but hesitated a bit before taking out the wolverine claws. He wasn't sure he would need it, since he hadn't really evaluated the situation yet, but he was Shade, it felt wrong not to have some over dramatic weapon accessorizing him. He strapped the Wolverine style claws to his hand and wrist, then stood up, looking around, taking in the screams....and enjoying it. The sting of the salty wind in his wounds was strangely invigorating. He ran his hand down the side of his face once again, but a bit differently this time. Basically all it served to do this time was smear the blood all over his face, after doing which, he licked his finger, enjoying the salty, metallic tang. Obviously he did this with the hand that didn't have the wolverine claws on it. He had the claws on his left hand, so he could use his sword with his right. Right now his sword was attacked as kind of like a key chain to his pants. It had a sort of quick release so he could get his sword in his hand in a flash.

He looked around, seeing other survivors beginning to recover, though the screams of pain and screams for help still filled the air. He spotted someone who was mortally wounded, and begging for help. He walked over to her and knelt down beside her, stroking her hair and cheek as she whimpered in pain. "Help...me...please...." She said between gasps, her eyes pleading. A soft smile broke out on Shade's face. "Oh, I would, but your cries of pain are just so sweet," He said, his smile not being a sweet soft smile. The girl managed to stop whimpering and gasping for breath long enough to stare at him in horror. She quickly resumed her attempts to breath, which were quickly failing. Before long she fell still, her eyes still open. Shade gave another smile and stood up, once again looking around.

(Rose and Scarlet)
Scarlet and Rose both managed to stay inside the plane, and both managed to remain relatively unharmed. Of course they had bruises and scratches, but nothing serious. The first thing Scarlet did was to make sure Rose was OK. She checked her over,"Are you Ok? Do you hurt anywhere?" She asked. Rose turned wide eyes to Scarlet,"I'm Ok," She said, her voice high and thin,"Just some scratches." She was clearly freaked out and kind of in a sort of shock. Scarlet glanced around, then unfastened herself. "Get out of the plain, I'm going to help who I can in here, Ok?" She said, and Rose nodded, unbuckling herself and heading outside. She then proceeded to help the people out there, while Scarlet helped people inside.

[Leslie]

On The Plane
Jenna was lounging against the window, looking out of it and looking rather peaceful. She had her headphones on, looking as if she was completely oblivious to the sounds of the plane. There was a slight smile on her expression, and if there was anyone sitting down next to her, they may think she was weird, or just getting into her music, one of the two. What she was listening to was some Swans, which she quite enjoyed. Her music tastes were quite varied, and she had a pretty massive amount of bands and songs on her IPod. If there was something she really loved, it was listening to music of all types.

Then, after a few more minutes, the plane began to shake roughly, and being rather alarmed by this, she paused her music and took her headphones off, shoving them into her bag. The plane continued to shake roughly, making her cling to her seat, before outright descending. Which, obviously, freaked the hell out of her. Eventually it crashed, and stuff happened

Crash
Sometime during the crash landing, Jenna had been completely thrown from the plane, and was laying on her back in the sand. Her head was bleeding, and she was completely knocked out from the impact of being thrown from the plane. She, like Alan, was one of the people sucked out of one of the hole's in the plane, crashing hard into the beach, but not so hard it killed her.

After a few moments of laying there, unconscious and bleeding, she woke up, blinking repeatedly to try to get out of her blurry vision. She heard screams around her, the sounds of flames, smelled the smell of burning fuel, and so on. She pushed herself up into a sitting position slowly, letting out a groan at how her head felt and the wave of dizziness that hit her. The dizziness was so massive she almost threw up because of it. The fact she had been slammed into the beach also made her feel quite sore even moving. But, seeing all the distressed people around, the dying, the injured, and so on, she refused to just give up and stay here, even with her feeling very sore and slightly dizzy, along with the blood from her head bleeding dripping down her face and into her eyes and her mouth, making her have to deal with that problem, too.

Eventually, she managed to actually push herself to her feet and stand up properly, for the most part. The dizziness was still there, and the splitting headache, along with the taste of blood in her mouth, but she was standing. She put her hand on her head, trying to slow the bleeding at least somewhat, ignoring the fact her hand was getting rather bloodied from it. That wasn't really important at the moment. What was important was trying to help some people. The worst part was she knew next to nothing about first aid, so she couldn't do a whole lot for the bleeding people. But the sounds of what sounded like a 5-year old crying "Mommy!" and "Daddy!" made her heart skip a beat, and she headed off, slowly, to find where the sounds were coming from.

What she found was a distraught 5-year old standing on the beach, clearly in shock and not knowing what to do, surprisingly looking pretty good other then a few scrapes and looking rather dirty. He kept calling for his mommy and daddy, and she felt her heart skip a beat again and a tear slip out of her eye. What if his parents were dead? That thought made her feel sick to her stomach. Not knowing completely what to do, she just came up to the child and went down on her knee in front of him, which made her get wobbly, and said, "Come on, I'll try and help you find your mom and dad. But right now we need to get away from this plane. It is extremely unstable". He gave her a simple nod, tears pouring out of his eyes. She took his hand and guided him off to the side, down the beach a ways, and told him to sit down, which he did. "Stay here, okay? I'll come back for you in a bit, and if I see your parents, I'll tell them where you are. Understood?" She said to him, and he nodded. She felt a lump in her throat. She had no idea what his parents looked like in the slightest, so she wouldn't even know if she saw them. Figuring that what she had done was the best she could do, she ran back off to the burning plane to try and help someone else.

As she ran back to the burning plane, she felt her head throbbing from the pain and dizziness, but tried her best to ignore it. On her way back she passed a golden retriever dog who was letting out a whine and licking some person who looked clearly dead's face, and that almost made her just break down, but she managed to keep strong, with the exception of a few tears being shed. She continued onwards to look for another person to assist. and after helping the 5-year old, she ended up helping random other people from that point onwards.

Abby
Abby was still in the plane, sitting on her seat as if nothing had just happened. She was still fastened in, too, but that didn't mean she was doing fantastic. A stray piece of the plane, a sharp edged, pointy piece of metal, lodged itself into Abby's shoulder, and even with the piece of metal in it, blood was seeping around it and out of her wound quite a lot, though not as much as would be happening if she took the piece of metal out, obviously. She wasn't stupid enough to take it out and have all of that blood loss without any medical equipment near her for bandaging herself up.

She painfully unfastened her seat belt, with her right arm, and slid out of her seat. At this, she let out a sharp gasp of pain, and her eyes started watering. She started to cry softly from the pain alone, and stumbled out of the plane after a while, collapsing onto her back and looking up at the sky. It almost looked like she was looking up at the sky like she knew it was probably over for her, that by the time they got to her with all of these people, that she would bleed out and die. She was losing the strength to do much of anything, and just moving at all hurt like hell. So she just laid there, staring up at the sky.

Skylar
Skylar snapped out of his brief dazed state to his leg throbbing badly, and his seat being knocked loose from where it was, making him slide forward into the chair in front of him. That wasn't really that bad, though, and the worst part was the piece of metal sticking out of his leg. He unfastened his seatbelt, and slipped out of the plane painfully, and slowly. Once he was outside, he grabbed some piece of driftwood to support himself better, and looked around, groaning at the pain in his leg. Everything looked extremely chaotic, and as much as he wanted to help, he was afraid of moving too much, so he sat down on the beach, trying his best to ignore the sounds of screams, plea's of help, and decided to take care of his own leg. He ripped a part of his shirt off and looked down at his leg, gritting his teeth, then taking a deep breath. "Come on, you can do it" He said to himself. Counting to himself, he grabbed the piece of metal, and yanked it out of himself, letting out a cry of pain, then pressing the piece of his shirt down hard onto his open wound, tensing up as he did that. After some time of just holding it there, he wrapped it tight around his leg, then spent some time getting himself up again to go and try to help someone or do something.

Amanda
Amanda literally woke up to her hand being severely burned, probably one of the most brutal rude awakening's you could have. She let out a scream of sorts in pain, yanking her hand out of the fire her hand appeared to of slipped in. She figured she couldn't of possibly been out for very long, because the crash seemed pretty new, and her hand hadn't been sitting in the fire for that long. Of course, it could of slowly slipped into the fire over time, instead of the crash instantly putting her in that position. She took her scarf off from around her neck, and wrapped it around her hand to try and cool it off somewhat. The pain in her hand, and the pain that was going up her arm from the burns was excruciating, and was fighting back tears. She didn't really feel so much like she was crying, just that the pain was making her eyes watery. One thing she wasn't too fond of was the fact they were crashed by the ocean, meaning her only source of water to stick her hand in was salt water.....which sounded like it could be rather painful Other then her hand, she felt relatively good, with the exception of being a little bruised, scratched, sore, and so on.

Wrapping her own scarf around her injured hand tighter, tensing while doing so, she headed to the ocean anyway. She stuck her hand into the water, but with the scarf on so the salt would be more likely to just stick to the scarf, and not get in her wound. Instead, the scarf cooling itself would slowly seep through it, hopefully cooling off her hand. Which, from what she could tell, was working. It may of made it feel better in general, but it still hurt like hell. The part that made her really not feel so good about that thought was she knew some of the people in this crash were probably going through much worse pain. After about 30 seconds of keeping her hand in the water, she started to head over to help some people.

[Cleo]

On The Plane

Eric
Eric yawned and closed his eyes, trying to portray to himself that he was calm. His first time on a plane hadn't been that bad so far. Hell, he even knew one of the other passengers. He had been good friends with Alan in school until he ha left for the foreign exchange program. It was good to see him, even though Eric hadn't done more than stare at him. Eric glanced at the person next to him and turned back to the window. He sighed and thought, "this is going to take a wile". Just then the plane began to shake. Eric mumbled a few cuss words as he fastened his seat-belt and gripped the arms of the seat tightly. The plan began to fall and Eric squeezed his eyes shut, fighting against the sinking feeling he was experiencing. He heard a tremendous crash and the screeching of metal as the plane was ripped in two only a few rows behind him. Eric was then hit by the powerful wind outside the plane and was ripped, screaming, from his seat.

Jake
Jake lay fast asleep in his seat. The other passengers had admired the fact that the small boy had not made any noise since the flight began. When the plane began to shake Jake awoke with a start. He quietly looked around wide eyed as all of the other passengers screamed. "Put your seat-belt on sweetie" his mother said in a calm unwavering voice. Jake did as he was told and held onto the belt with a tight grip. Suddenly Jake heard a loud ripping an screeching noise and was then attacked by the intense wind outside the plane. Jake clung to his safety belt and screamed only once as the wind pummeled him and the plane fell.


Crash

Eric
Eric slowly opened his eyes to the blinding sun and shifted his weight. He groaned softly at the pain in his arm and turned his head to look at it. He felt the hot sand move underneath him and was confused. Eric began to close his eyes and drift off to sleep. "This must be a dream" he thought and smiled peacefully.

Suddenly a scream erupted to his right. Eric jumped as he was hit by the onslaught of his memory. "Oh my god the plane" he thought and quickly say up. His head spun as he took in the sight before him. It was horrifying. Metal was strewn about along with hundreds of bodies. Fire spewed from the engine and onto the warning body covered beach. Eric shuddered, glad that he had landed further up the beach near the tree line. That same scream rang out again as if reminding him that all of this was real.

Eric sprang to his feet and ran to the woman who's screams sounded so much like Alex's that he had to help her. Tears welled in his eyes as he saw the woman, a long, jagged piece of metal lay buried in the sand. The piece of metal had landed in the center of her body, crushing her lower half and burying her down in the sand with it's force. There was no saving this poor woman. Eric walked up behind her still weakly thrashing form and knelt down. He grabbed the sides of her face firmly and whispered "I'm sorry" before quickly twisting her head with all of his strength, breaking her neck an killing her instantly.

Jake
Jake lie on the ground, shaking in pain. "MOMMY!" He screamed for what seemed like the hundredth time. His rib had been badly broken in the crash and he couldn't move. Jake finally began to cry, not caring any more if his papa was proud of him. His papa had told him long ago that real men never cried. Up until now 9 year old Jake had made a big deal about always being tough and never crying but he soared himself this one moment to cry in pain and scream for his mommy.

[Alan Haskayne]

Alan
Alan clambered out of the cockpit, grabbing the first aid kit as he went, to insure he had proper medical supplies. He then undid the airplane door and activated the raft thing, making a ramp down. He then stood up, walking around one of the engines, watching it as if it would suddenly come to life and rip him apart. He then ran his hand over his forehead, and found a great deal of sand and stickyness. He brought his hand in front of his face and looked at how blood covered it was, nd grimaced slightly, wondering if it was his blood or someone else's. He quickly sat down in the sand and opened his first aid kit, he grabbed some alcohol pads and rubbed them one after the other over his forehead, finding the stinging sensation extreme but bearable. He knew his head must be sliced open, but tried to ignore it, holding a rag against it.

After Alan had repacked the medical kit he kind of wandered aimlessly down the beach. Looking around at the carnival of horror around him. There was little he could do, refugees were notoriously hard to control, and without control there could be no assistance, he would have to impose control before he could help anyone. He noticed an old friend of his near a dead body, wondering what were the odds of Eric Bass being there, astronomical he was sure. He heard children cry for their parents, feeling pangs of guilt for their losses, and the fact he had no way to help them. He wandered over to Eric and plopped down in the sand next to him, wanting to be hear someone familiar, and to be away from all the panic. He frowned slightly and asked "Do you need medical attention? I could help you know. I was given some combat medic training in Israel. Everyone has to take some form of military training." he sounded kind of in shock about this whole thing, which wasn't too shocking.

Alexandra
Alexandra slowly repacked her bag, leaving her gun and a couple clips out, just in case. She put the clips into her coat pockets, and put her gun over her shoulder. She slowly pulled her suitcase out of the plane, being sure to avoid broken glass and shards of metal. As she slid into sunlight again she felt nausiated, from the stench of burning fuel and burnt bodies. There were a few near the exit, burned to a crisp. She looked at them for a moment, offering a silent prayer to the Lord for their souls. One managed to gasp out "Help. Please." Alex gasped and backed away, realising this person was still alive, like something out of a horror film. She remembered something her mother once told her "Though it is a sin, there are a few times when killing is acceptable to God. When you are threatened, to defend the homeland, or to help someone who is already dead." she had been young at the time, and didn't understand what the last thing ment, and though she had learned the literal meaning of the words, it hadn't clicked in her mind til now. She slid her rifle off her shoulder and aimed it at the person's head, flicking from safety to single shot on the side. She closed her eyes and muttered "Forgive me." as she fired a single shot, and took her first kill. She turned away before opening them again, flicking the safety back on as she frowned and her lip quivered. She let a few tears roll down her cheek, but toughened up, knowing that she had helped the man who would have been dead either way.

The noise of the gunshot wasn't terrible considering everything was so loud anyway, Hell, you probably couldn't even hear it in the plane itself, and the people outside might not even notice with everything happening. Alexandra finished walking over to her 'Brother' and sighed to both him and his friend. She slowly opened her mouth and said "Barukh atah Adonai Eloheinu-" she was cut off by Alan "Now really isn't the time Alex. We can prase the lord later, I promise."

[Edenecho]

Shade had been standing on the beach with his eyes closed and his face to the sky, basically looking like he thought he was in the best place ever, when he heard people talking near him. He opened his eyes and looked over to a small group of about three people, before heading over. "'We can praise the lord later'?" He asked with a chuckle. He had his hands behind his back, and though it looked like it was probably just something he did as part of his weird personality, he was actually keeping the blades on his hand out of sight. "You people....You never fail to amuse me. People are dying and in agony all around, and you want to praise the lord," A smile broke out on his face,"I love it. Lord, you may have had a hand in crashing this plane and causing a ton of suffering, but blessed art thou, anyway," He gave a kind of high giggle, before shaking his head and taking a few steps backward,"The idiotic faith of humanity never fails as an entertainer," He said, spinning around on his heel, moving his hands so they were now in front of him, and walking off.

He soon came across a girl with a piece of metal in her arm, staring up at the sky as if this was the end. He resisted the urge to again laugh at the idiocy of humans. He leaned over her so that she could see him, even if she kept staring up at the sky. "Hi," He said, his hands behidn his back again,"You just going to lay there and wait to die? 'Cause, I mean, you're going to, if you don't do anything. You can't just wait and pray for someone to help you, you have to help yourself, anything else and you're condemning yourself," He the straightened up and spread his arms out, "But, it's up to you, live or die, I couldn't care less," He gave a soft chuckle,"Well, actually, I could, but....." He gave her a slight smile before taking a couple steps back, waiting to see what she'd do.

[Scarlet and Rose]
Scarlet and Rose kind of both just proceeded to keep helping who they could. Rose was trying to get some people out of the plane, while Scarlet was trying to find some medical supplies. So, basically, they were doing nothing very exciting at the moment.

[Leslie]

After taking care of a few more people and attempting to look for the 5-year old's parents, she heard another voice that sounded like someone that was younger then their teens. Hearing the cries for their mommy tore at her heart, and she had to fight back the tears once again to try and stay strong through this all. Crying would make it hard for her to focus properly, and she didn't need that. Focusing was already hard enough with a dizzy, throbbing head. She went over to the poor kid and went down on her knee next to him.

"Shhh, take it easy" Jenna said, putting her hand on the kids shoulder. She could tell he was in pain, and she frowned, but she wasn't an expert and didn't know what was causing him to be in so much pain. "What hurts?" She asked him gently, squeezing his shoulder slightly to try and make him feel more comforted. Seeing as this kid was older then the other, she felt asking a certain question may be more productive, so she did. "What do your parents look like? I can try and find them for you" She said to him, still frowning quite a lot

Abby
Her first response to seeing the person looking at her was to cough and say "Do you know anything about medical stuff?", but quickly realized this guy seemed to be...weird...and kind of an ass. She glared at him with a pained look, and said "Does it look like I'm praying?", and avoiding the urge to tell the useless asshole who seemed to just enjoy others suffering to screw off. To the rest she just rolled her eyes, and feeling like nobody with more experience was coming, she pushed herself up into a sitting position and let out a pained sound. "Go pester someone else" She told Simon, putting her hand over the piece of metal. Seeing the blood that was seeping out was making her sick to her stomach, so the very idea of ripping this piece of metal out with even more blood pouring out wasn't that pleasing to her. It was probably a good thing she hadn't seen a lot of the injuries here. She felt like her vision was blurring and she felt slightly dizzy. "Here goes...." She said to herself, yanking the piece of metal out as quickly as possible, followed with pretty much a scream of pain. Quickly she threw the piece of metal to the side, and ripped a piece of her shirt off, pressing it tightly to her arm. She started breathing more heavily from the throbs of pain in her shoulder that felt like they were radiating through her entire arm. Even slightly moving her arm was hurting quite a lot. Then, she just started to find some way to secure the piece of her shirt onto her shoulder tightly, so she didn't just have to hold it there. Quite a lot of blood had come out already, but she seemed to have it mostly under control

[Cleo]

Eric
Eric shook his head slightly, a dazed expression on his face, "no I'm ok", he mumbled. Eric blinked a few times and realized who he was talking to. He shook his head and wiped his face with his hand, a nervous gesture. He looked up at Alan and smiled a little "sorry" he said, his voice now clearer, "I'm fine. Maybe a little head trauma" he joked. He chuckled a little, suddenly glad there was someone he knew on this godforsaken beach. He watched Alexandria as she say down and started praying in some strange language, probably Arabic. He turned away and bit his lip to keep from crying as Alan uttered his love's name, not knowing how each letter cut through his heart like a knife. Eric looked up as a strange man walked up. The moment he stepped close to Eric he shivered. He knew that something was missing in his soul. Despite his instant fear of the man, Eric grinned as he spoke. Eric smiled to himself as shade left, glad that he finally found someone that scared him.

Jake
Jake pressed his lips together to keep from sobbing as the pretty girl walked up to him.he nodded and squeezed his eyes shut as he moved his arm slightly to point at his rib. Pain shot through his side and a small whimper escaped his throat. Of course, Jake was instantly ashamed of himself, sounding like a helpless little kid in front of the pretty girl. He paused for a moment to calm down and mumbled with a shaky voice, "my mom has long blonde hair with a little Grey in it. I... I think it was in a ponytail. My dad has glasses and dark hair. They're both wearing tie dye shirts. Mom thought it was a good idea" he looked away from the girl as a tear rolled down his cheek.

[Alan Haskayne]

Alan smiled at Eric as he was recognised, also glad to be with the two people he actually knew on this beach. He gave him a gentle smile as he pulled out a flashlight out of the first aid kit, flicking it into Eric's eyes "Are you sure you aren't just being a tough guy Eric, I know how you are. Alex is a really lucky girl to have you in my opinion, she wasn't..." he frowned greatly, realising how insensitive he might have been "On the plane? Right?" after getting his answer he continued to flick the light in his eyes for a moment before saying "It could just be shock, but you might have a small concussion."

When the creepy guy (Shade) walked up to them, he slowly slid himself behind Eric, as Alex pointed her rifle at Shade and followed suit. After what he said, she practically cried out "Blasphemy! God is great, he provides for us, and he allowed us all to survive the plane crash, and he is deserving of our prase and thanks, for his mercy upon our souls. Especially mine, because women are inferior in the eyes of god, due to our betrayal of him in the tale of Adam and Eve." she kept her rifle pointed at him in threat, to be safe.

[Edenecho]

[Shade]
Shade basically ignored Alex and walked off.
"I might," Shade said to Abby when she asked him if he knew anything about medical stuff. "No, but not everyone looks like they're praying when they are," He replied, giving a slight, not nice, smile. His eyebrows went down when she told him to pester someone else. "I'll 'pester' who I want, and I would advise you not to tell me what to do," He said, his voice cold and threatening. He just kind of watched her as she pulled the metal out, seeming to think she was kind of whimpy, based on the look on his face. He also looked like he thought she was kind of stupid, but he didn't say a word, he just watched her.

[Rose]
Rose wandered over to Eric and the others, wiping some blood off her hands. She had just got done helping some other guy. He wasn't badly injured, just a cut, but it had been bleeding a fair amount, so she helped take care of it. "You guys need any help over here?" She asked, looking them over. They didn't seem to be to badly hurt, but minus well check, anyway.

[Scarlet]
Scarlet was pulling a dead body out of the plane. She hadn't found many, but the ones she did find she wanted to get out of the plane so that they could decide what to do with them later. She sighed, then quickly headed back in to help someone else.

[Leslie]

Jenna bit her lip, not sure what to do. Clearly it was his rib bothering him,which had been clear by the fact he pointed at his ribs. It was probably a broken rib or something. She was honestly surprised she didn't break a rib herself, seeing how she was thrown from the plane. She felt bruised and rather sore, but not like anything was broken. "Um....I don't exactly know what to do in a case of a broken rib...." She said, feeling useless when she was probably needed most. "I guess...take it easy, okay? Don't move too much or too fast, and strain yourself. We'll get a doctor to check you closer later. I...I'm not very smart in the medical position" She said, frowning and looking at the ground. "I'm sorry. Just...stay here while I look for your parents, okay?" She said, and after getting his answer, left to go look for his parents.

Abby
Abby felt herself twitch at what this creepy guy who seemed to enjoy watching people in pain said. She didn't really know what to say in response to him, so she didn't say anything at all, and hoped he would just leave on his own so she could stop having him staring at her pointlessly. It didn't serve him any purpose, or her, so she didn't really understand it. Though, he could probably get enjoyment out of seeing her in pain, or whatever he got enjoyment out of by watching her. She didn't really do anything else other then feel in pain after pulling out the piece of metal, seeing as she didn't feel that her doing anything to help would go very well with throbbing pain in her shoulder any time she slightly moved her shoulder. So she just sat there.

Amanda and Skylar
Amanda and Skylar both just went around helping people in the best ways they could in their situations. Amanda did quite a bit, but Skylar was increasingly having issues standing properly with his leg the way it was. Amanda's hand definitely hurt, but she was capable of doing enough to help quite a few people in a decently short period of time. Of course, she wasn't the only one helping people out that needed it, and honestly, some people she was helping she was wondering why they weren't helping others instead of doing nothing. Some of them were barely hurt, or mildly hurt, just sitting there letting everyone else do stuff around them. One of them she heard even act as if they had been seriously injured the way they were acting, and they were barely hurt at all. As much as she liked to respect people being different, sometimes people really got on her nerves. And drama queens fit into that category. Or, people who made others do all the work for them or didn't do anything when they were fully capable to during a traumatic event like this. Like that one creepy guy she saw briefly who seemed to just lean over injured people and grin. He was someone she would have to watch, because he seemed like a potential issue for the group.

[Cleo]

Eric
Eric sighed and nodded his head a little, "Yes Alan I'm sure. I can't seem to find anything wrong so far" Eric paused and put his head in his hands "Thank god no. she was already there. i was taking the plane to meet her... i need to get survive this for her". He looked up, training his eyes on Alan, and quietly said, "I know you have a plan..." But was cut off when he noticed a girl strutting up the beach towards them. He gave the girl a weak smile and quickly said "No I think we are ok here. Thank you though." He gave her a concerned look realizing that she had a little blood on her arm "Do you need any help?"

Jake
Jake nodded when she told him what to do "It's ok" he grunted. When he realized the girl was about to go look for his parents he smiled a little "Thank you" he said. And watched her leave. The moment she was out of hearing range, Jake began to cry, doing his best not to move as the tears wetted his face.

[Alan Haskayne]

Alan
Alan smiled slightly and gave Eric a nod saying "Ok ok, I will stop worrying. Later, when there is more time, I should give you a once over to be sure you have nothing wrong with you. That would need... Privacy though, not that you are against popping your shirt off." he chuckled slightly at his own joke until he heard Eric talk about Alex "Oh thank goodness right? I must admit though, I was always jealous of her, she got the most handsome and kindest boy in school." he was trying to keep Eric calm with humour, though there was significant truth to what he said. He nodded slightly to having a plan, muttering "I always have one." then looked at the girl there, frowning slightly at her and nodding to Eric, to show he spoke for both of them. After Eric asked if she needed help he nodded slightly "If you find anyone badly hurt, I am a Field Medic for the Israeli Defence Force."

Alex
Alexandria stood behind the two, fiddling with her red dot sight, looking down it to set it around 5-10 meters, which would insure supremacy umung close range combat situations. She watched the girl talk to the two guys and quickly chimed in "Trainee for the Israeli Defence Force, if anyone gives you trouble..." she then looked down at Eric and asked "How do you know Alan?" curious about the two of them.

[Edenecho]

Shade stared at Abby, his face looking more and more like he thought she was dumb as time went by. His eyebrows slowly went up, and eventually he seemed to get bored and said,"Enjoy bleeding to death," with a slight scoff as she sat there doing nothing to stop the bleeding in her arm. He walked away, heading off in a random direction.

Before long he came across a little boy laying in the sand, crying in pain from his wounds. The corner of his mouth twitched in a faint smile, but there was something hesitant about it. He kind of stared at Jake for a while, before suddenly clamping his hands on his head and falling to his knees, letting out a little gasp of pain. He sat like that for a bit, trembling with his hands on his head, before he slowly lowered his hands, seeming confused. Simon looked at the claw thing on his hand, then at Jake, before he kind of scrambled back, looking around wildly. It seemed to take him a bit to get his bearings and remember what had happened. After he did, he blinked a few times, then looked at Jake, before crawling over to him. "Hey, kid, are you OK?" He asked, his voice shaky and worried. "I....I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked. He suddenly let out a groan and put his hand across his stomach, slightly alarmed when his hand came away bloody. Shade really had no care for 'his' body, did he? He touched the cut across his eye. Seriously, he didn't care.
Just because you run on adrenaline doesn't mean you can't die, He thought.
I thought you wanted to die. I know my limits. It's far higher then yours, Shade replied, a smirk in his 'voice'
We share the same body, our limits are the same, Simon snapped back.
I have the benefit of adrenaline, as you mentioned. You don't. And we don't just share a body, we are the same person.
"Shut up," Simon snapped out loud. He seemed to realize this and immediately clamped him mouth shut, ignoring Shade's laughter in his mind.

(Rose)
"Alright," Rose said with a forced smile. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine," Rose said,"It's not my blood. I just got done helping someone." She tried to wipe the blood off, but to no avail. "Alright," She said to Alan, though she kind of seemed to think it sounded like he might have been showing off. He could have just said he was a field medic. It was just a quick passing though, and she paid it no mind, thinking it might be standard for field medics to say all that. "Welll....Bye," She said, heading off.

[Leslie]

Abby looked up at Shade when he said for her to enjoy bleeding to death, looking faintly annoyed at him. She was glad that he left and stopped staring at her. And after he left, she began to take care of herself more thoroughly. While there wasn't much she could do for the wound itself right now until they got medical supplies out of the plane and she found someone who knew what they were doing, she could still make a makeshift bandage for now. She knew someone else could do a better job then her, but she had to make due for now. So she ripped a part of her clothes off and pressed it against her wound, letting out a slight cry of pain. She gritted her teeth and pressed it harder, it sticking to her just because of her wound alone. Which she found to be a little gross. Then, without using any of her hands, she stood up and went to look around to see if there was anything she may be able to do, or for something she could tie her wound up with better, holding the bandage into place instead of her pretty much having to hold it on right now, even though it was stuck to her a bit. It wasn't enough that it would stay on forever.

Jenna
"No problem" Jenna said as she wandered off to find his parents amongst the chaos. On her way around, she tried helping others in the process of finding his parents. The ones she could, anyway. While she was helping others, she had witnessed a man die as she was trying to help keep him alive, and it was rather disheartening to her. It made her really upset, all this death, pain, misery, and destruction. But instead of breaking down into tears, she forced herself onwards to help others and look for who she promised she would find for the little boy. Not long later though, she started to get rather dizzy, and before she just outright passed out onto the ground, she had to sit down and let her dizziness subside a bit. She was wondering if her head was hurt more then she realized, but tried not to worry about it and just focus on not feeling like she was going to pass out, or throw up from the dizziness and some of the more serious wounds she had seen on people. Like on the man she had just witnessed dieing, for example.