Island of Love

[TehNoobinator117]

Slowly, James opened his eyes, the sun blinding him in the process. With his hand covering his eyes, he slowly sat up, seeing nothing but ocean and heating nothing but the sounds of a few seagulls and waves crashing on a beach. For a few seconds, he didnt think much of it, but his eyes quickly widened as he remembered that he was originally on a plane heading to Europe. Quickly, his heart sank as the memories of what happened came flooding back all at once. He wished he never woke up as the terror really began to set in. Standing up, he turned around and could very plainly see some plane wreckage scattered about in the trees. While they weren't overly large, it was still easily noticeable. On top of that, there was a cloud of smoke pouring out from somewhere further inland, more than likely the wreckage of the plane. Sighing, he knew that that was the direction he needed to go if he wanted to find a way of signaling for help. Maybe if he got lucky, there would be another survivor or two. Though he wasn't going to hold his breath on it. Putting one foot in front of the other he began making his way inland. Hopefully the planes radio and distress signal would be ok.

 

[Frogger]

Pain radiated throughout her entire body, the likes of which she’s never felt before. A groan fighting to break free, Emma began to sit up… just to place a hand against her head as everything spun. What happened-? Wasn’t she on a plane to Europe-? An eye cracked open… however, she couldn’t make out any of her surroundings, not for a minute or two. It’s so bright out… It didn’t take long for her eyes to adjust, luckily… but even then, her mind couldn’t… process. A wave crashed against the shore not too far off, the sun reflecting off the stretch of beach she’s on.

This doesn’t make any sense! Why’s she here, instead of beautiful, glamorous Europe?! Emma rubbed both hands over her face, hoping this is just a dream… but of course, no such luck. Doesn’t that figure? An impatient hand brushed threads of tangled wet red from her eyes, just to tuck them behind an ear. Her legs were like jelly as she fought to get up from the nest of… palm leaves she’s found herself in, but Emma used a tree nearby for support. Her designer clothes were torn to ribbons, just about, so of course… a few pieces of fabric fell as soon as she was on her feet.

Wait. Is that… something else? Emma raised a hand to shield her eyes as she peered off into the distance. Yes! It is! She isn’t alone on this island! No, wait. A quick glance down had a scowl replacing the relieved smile that had just begun to appear. All modesty aside… if they work together, maybe they can return to civilization! Maybe she won’t have to write off her trip to Europe! Emma held together what’s left of her sweater before coming out from behind a tree, waving her other hand high in the air. “Hey! You!” she called out, relieved her jeans are in somewhat better condition. “Over here!”

 

[TehNoobinator117]

Just as he was about to step into the forest, he heard a voice calling out. Immediately he stopped and began looking around. He didn't see anyone at first glance when he got up, so either he was hearing voices, or he wasn't paying close enough attention. Regardless though, he wanted to find the source, since he dreaded being stuck alone on a deserted island. As important as finding the plane was, it was possible any distress transmitter was significantly damaged, and he didnt want to be stuck alone in that case.

Taking a step back, he looked off in the direction he thought he heard the voice, and sure enough, as he squinted, he could make out a figure leaning on a tree. Now turning in that direction, he began walking toward them, albeit slowly considering his legs were still shaky from everything.

"Hey! Are you ok? Can you walk?" He hollered out.

 

[Frogger]

Does it look like she’s okay?! Emma had to fight against the urge to roll her eyes, and instead pasted on an exasperated look to portray her… aggravation. “I think I can!” she hollered back, her words echoing through the quiet interrupted only by the crashing waves nearby. What? Please don’t tell her he wants her to walk out there and join him-! Emma twisted her head away to sweep her eyes up the beach… a ray of sunlight reflecting off red, playing along the curve of her jaw. Figures. A man just wants to humiliate a girl, make her prance about in what little clothing she’s got-! What other choice does she have, though? It’s not like… well, it’s not like she has other people she can ask for help.

All kinds of frustrated at this point, Emma puffed out her cheeks before taking a step out from the shelter of her tree. A hand struggled to keep her sweater together, while the other brushed threads of hair behind an ear. A surly sort of pout can be seen on the young woman’s lips. “Are… you okay?” she decided to throw back his way.

“Were we just in a-?” Emma used the same hand that was dealing with her hair to point over her shoulder towards the wreckage of the plane. “I just… I guess I’m having a little trouble processing this. Anyway. My name is Emma,” she went on, trying to brush away this awkward moment. “Who are you?”

Of course, fate just had to have it where she gets the shit scared out of her right then and there.

“Hello?”

“Yikes!” A hand had clamped down onto her shoulder, and the greeting was delivered by a husky feminine voice… which isn’t scary at all, not under usual circumstances.

Valeri lifted both hands in surrender, lifting a brow while she’s at it. “Ah… Sorry?” Hands spreading in a helpless gesture, blue eyes shifted between the two. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just…” Releasing a sigh, Valeri decided to take a different approach. “I just woke up over there?” Valeri pointed a finger over her shoulder… deeper into the trees, which doesn’t necessarily explain why she’s dripping wet.