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The (Im)Perfect Getaway (Still Open)

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The light was shining brightly and for a moment Kyla Jenning thought she had died, and even thought she could see her deceased brother. But as her vision became clearer and her senses began kicking in she realized that she was on a white sandy beach and what she had assumed to be her brother was a log. Kyla attempted to sit up, but a rush of pain ran through her entire body, which caused a short, but loud scream to escape her lips. She looked down to see what damage had been done and from what she could see, it was bad. She had dark bruises up both arms and legs, and a few scratches, but nothing major. She was just sore. She attempted to sit up again, and this time she got there with just small twinges of pain around her neck.

The beach was beautiful with tropical rocks scattered about and trees were like a wall hiding the forest behind it. The sea was clear and teal like she had seen in fake advertisements for cruises and airlines, but this was only on the left side. It was hard to make herself believe that she didn't see it before, but the large airplane was crashed on the right side of the beach.
"So it really did happen." She said quietly just staring at the plane with wide eyes. From where she was she could already see some of the bodies that were stuck on the inside, but there was no sign of the pilot. Kyla stood up and brushed her torn clothes off, attempting to get most of the sand off. She limped over to the plane to see who was there, alive and dead, and who was missing. She counted that twelve students were missing and about five of the teachers, and, of course, the pilot. She walked down the isle of the roofless airplane and looked at all the individuals to see who was breathing.
"Hello?" She called throughout the plane with a raspy voice.
 
Nathan awoke slowly the the echo throughout the forest of a raspy voice. HE groaned as he sat up, rubbing his temple as he looked around. "What the...hell...?" He said as he stood up and began to limp through the woods. His leg was in severe pain, as if it were broken and he kept walking until he came to the plane to see a girl. Memory was foggy for him as he called over. "W-Where are we miss?"
 
Kyla's hello was only met by a soft groan, the cut up brunette letting her head turn to the noise as she whimpered. Malika was messed up, and pretty bad. A cut above her eye was dripping blood down her face, her clothes tattered and torn from the impact. She had several large gashes on her back and legs, the girl opening her eyes and glancing over towards the door. Well, where it should have been anyways. She had flashbacks to the car crash, the girl sitting straight up despite the pain and struggling to get her seat belt undone.

Mali was freaked out completely. She didn't like feeling trapped, and the jammed seatbelt on her waist was the definition of trapped. After a few moments of struggling, she managed to get it off, the girl instantly standing up only to fall back down. Nothing was broken, but the surge of pain in her legs made her weak, causing her to hit the isle hard as she shut her eyes tightly
"W-what happened?"
She asked softly, dark curly hair in her face as she touched her cheek, wiping some semi dried blood off her face as she leaned against a seat gently.
 
Melanie Baroque
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Melanie lives with her adoptive family, the Baroque's. Mr. James Baroque is 43, works as a dentist, and has been molesting her since she game to their house when she was twelve. Mrs. Hayley Baroque is 45, works as a secretary, and has been beating her since finding out about her husband's affair. Glad to get away from the abusive duo, Melanie eagerly went on a school sponsored trip, only to end up getting stranded on a strange island.
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Melanie was confused, the sun shining brightly in her eyes. She sat up, her hand digging through the soft sand beneath her fingertips. Where was she? The last thing she could remember was going on the class trip. Everything had been fine until suddenly...she couldn't remember. As her head cleared her vision began to sharpen. She was laying on a big sandy beach next to a giant coconut tree. Roughly fifty feet away were the remains of the plane that had been carrying them. Had they crashed?

Melanie was now shaking, the shock wearing off. She heard voices coming from the plane, her heart beating wildly. Were there others still alive? "Hello!! Hello! Can anyone hear me? Is there anyone there?!" She pushed up, wincing, and saw that she had a large gash going down her left arm. She sat up and managed to stand, slowly walking toward the wreckage.
 
Kyla looked towards the sound of motion and a smile appeared on her face as she saw that it was a person, struggling to get out of the chair. "Hey!" Kyla exclaimed, running up to the girl and helping her to stand out of her chair. "I have no idea what happened, all I remember is-" Kyla was cut off by the sound of a distand shouting and then a more nearby one. She smiled wide and moved off the plane to see who was around. "Over here!" She shouted. Kyla was feeling a bit lightheaded from her quick movements to see the others and she found herself sitting on the sandy floor below her. "Can anyone remember what happened?" She asked as soon as they were all close by.
 
Melanie made her way over to plane and saw several other people within. Thank god she wasn't the only one that survived. "Is everyone alright in there?" She poked her head into the wrecked plane, trying to see without actually entering. She felt nauseous, wondering if it was a side effect of the shock wearing off.
 
"All I know is that... owwww.... clearly the plane crashed..."
She said softly, slowly collapsing into the sand willingly. Any other day, the feeling of the cool sand on her arms and legs would be a blessing, but today, it was a curse. She groaned and slowly pulled her tattered dress shirt off, leaving her in a tee shirt before starting to rip the shirt up into strips. She bandaged herself up nicely, the once white shirt quickly becoming stained blood red as she struggled to stand up again.

"We need to find out who else is alive.... ANd then make sure we keep them alive..."
Malika said softly, getting to her feet eventually and starting to walk slowly back towards the plane.
 
Melanie wasn't feeling well, not at all. Coming to the remnants of the plane's entrance door, she grabbed hold of it's frame, leaned over and vomited. She continued until she started to dry heave, hoping most of it had landed in the sand so it could be easily covered. She wiped her mouth with the back of her right hand, shaking it to get any bile off. Disgusting.

"How..." She took a deep breath, trying not to heave again. "How many are there? How many of us are here?" She shook, stepping through the doorway and into the plane, afraid of what she might find within.
 
Just hearing the sound of gagging made Kyla sick, but she just consentrated on the fact that there was four of them there and it wouldn't be so lonely. She walked back to the plane and stepped inside only to see a new face. "There are about four. Well, I have only seen three including me, but I heard a male voice in the front of the plane." Kyla told the girl whom she was beginning to remember more. "You're Melanie, right?" Kyla asked. She was familiar with most all the people at their small university. "Stay here and look out for more survivors. I'm going to see who the fourth person is." She smiled and waved before stepping cautiously out of the plane.

It was begging to smell like dead bodies and salt water around her. She walked to the front of the plane to see one of the school's professors. "Hey, we're over here." She told him and waved her hand as a jesture for him to follow her to the plane entrance.
 

Clair felt a sharp pain in her right arm and looked down to see a bunch of bruises and scratches. she got up and felt dizzy but soon that past. She took a look around her at the beach. She heard a girl call out hello but did not know the girl so she said nothing instead she was working on were she was and how best to survive this new dilemma. She hoped a boat would come soon and take her back home. she sat there letting all this settle into her head.
 
Micheal woke up outside the plane. He was still in his seat. His ribs hurt and he crawled out and yelled "help me out here"
 
William blinked a few times, completely and utterly fazed. His head swam with pain and his entire body was shaking. He felt extremely dizzy, and his vision was cloudy. After a few minutes, he managed a groan as he realized where he was. He had a torn up jacket on, which was suspending him, upside down, from a tree. His black cross (which was formed by two nails) necklace dangled in front of his face. After a few moments of pointless writhing, he fell to the ground, free of his jacket. He stood up, using the tall palm tree for support. He ran one of his hands through his somewhat-long jet black hair, looking around. His blue eyes cleared up after awhile, allowing him to see where he was. He slumped against the tree, his left ankle badly sprained. He parted his parched and lips.
"Is there anyone out there?!" , he shouted as loud as he could. He broke into a fit of coughs, and leaned against the tree.
 
Melanie heard several shouts coming from where she thought she had come from. Seeing the others busy inside of the plane, she decided to see if she could help whoever else was out there.

A little steadier on her feet, she tried to jog through the thick slurping sand as she followed the yells. A little further into the jungle that surrounded them, she found a boy lying against a tree. He looked bad and seemed to have trouble breathing. "Hey, are you alright?" She walked closer and knelt down next to him. "Can you walk? Do you remember what happened? Come on, lets get you out of here and over to the others."
 
He nodded painfully to her, using her as a brace to stand, taking the weight off his left foot. He was fairly skinny.
"I'm sorry. I don't remember... how. I hit my head in the trees, as well as my ribs and legs."
He broke into another coughing fit, before noticing a metal shard poking from his shirt. He groaned.
"I need to get to them... quickly..."
 
Melanie helped him stand, holding him with her right side so he didn't bump into her injured arm. He looked bad. She put his arm over her shoulder and slowly aimed him back toward the plane. "I'm Mel. Don't worry, you'll be fine, I'm sure." As they got closer to the plane, she called out. "Hey! Hello! A little help! There's still more injured people out here!!"
 
He nodded, still a bit unsure. As they approached the plane, he started to feel dizzy. He stumbled a little and nearly fell, using her again as a brace. His hair started to get in his eyes, and he couldn't do much about it.
"Thanks," he whispered.
 
Mel reached out, catching him, hissing as the ragged cut up her left arm reopened and began bleeding again. "No problem." They got to the threshold of the ship and stepped carefully inside. She tried to situate them so neither would get hurt with all the jostling going on as she attempted to sit him in a nearby seat. "Just take it easy." The piece of metal sticking from his side worried her, but other than that, his injuries probably weren't so bad. She had been a lot luckier than he was.
 
Clair soon got up and walked to the plane. she heard a shout come from it and decided what the heck. she walked into the plane to see a boy stuck in his seat so she looked around the plane for something to help him out. she saw it a small knife and picked up and walked to the boy saying "do not worry just cutting you free".
 
"Thanks" he said. He really hurt himself this time. He helped himself up and held his ribs. "What's you're name girl" he asked the girl. At least his legs weren't broken.
 
"Can you get me... a med kit?" He asked Mel. He was in desperate need of one, the metal almost impaled in his lung. He would occasionally cough, but tried to bot show his pain, although he had a throbbing headache, broken ankle, and a stab wound.
 
Melanie nodded. "I'll see if I can find anything like that in the wreckage. Just hold on. If we're lucky, maybe we can find help elsewhere on the island. I'll be right back."

Mel stood, nervous to be leaving him in such a condition. She climbed up the isle toward a section of the plane that was more or less intact, hoping to find a medical kit in the stewardess section between the different areas of the plane.
 
"the name is Clair let me help you" she put her arm around him and using her good arm she helped him off the plane. she had grabbed a med kit on the way out. she was going to put her sore arm in a sling and put something on this guy's ribs.
 
William nodded to Mel as she left, leaning back in the seat. His head was throbbing, he was slowly suffocating, and on top of it all had amnesia.
He groaned as he turned to his side, and looked at the metal shard. He considered ripping it out, but decided the smart thing to do is wait till he can bandage the wound as he did it.
 
Melanie trembled, making her way past several dead bodies. It was horrifying, but she was able to handle it. Maybe the shock hadn't completely worn off?
She didn't find anything in the stewardess' cabins, so she continued moving around. She threw aside some luggage, trying not to strain her injured arm. Under another classmate's body she found a bag. Pulling on it, she saw it had the red cross symbol. Carefully picking her way back down to where she had left the boy, she held it out. "Well, I found something. Let's hope it has what we need."
She sat down in a nearby seat and riffled through the bag. There were butterfly stitches and alcohol, that would certainly help with her arm. There was also a need and medical thread, a thermal blanket, a few rolls of bandages, and other miscellaneous items. "Jackpot."
 
He nodded, removing the needle and thread. He quickly ripped out the metal, only groaning in pain as he bit back a scream. He started to stitch himself, and he felt as if he had done it before... somewhere...
A flashback played in his head. He was in the woods, camping with a friend. This was about a month before now.
He tripped and fell, blood leaking from a new gash on his leg from a broken beer bottle that had been lying on the ground. He started to cry, and William's friend got a first aid kit. William ripples out the glass shard and screamed, and started to painfully stitch himself, wondering why he couldn't just go to someone for help...
He snapped out of it, finished anyways. He found the old gash on his leg, admiring it for a second before switching his gaze back to Melanie. He bandaged the stitches, just in case. He extended a hand to her.
"I'm William. Thank you."
 
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