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Coben [Arming the strong, aiding the weak]
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Jul 17, 2014 09:25AM
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Coben smiled "great, we've practically got camp set up." he said. "Do you want to go look for other survivors?" he asked as he hung bananna leaves from the branches to make the wall more solid.
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"Like, by myself?" She said, eyes wide. Stella looked out at the sun slowly dipping in the sky. It could get dark and she could get lost and never find her way back and...she took a deep breath
He shook his head. "No, it's too dangerous to go anywhere alone, at least until we know exactly what's out there." he gestured outside the plane. "We can wait until tomorrow morning so we have more time to search."
"Ok" Stella said with a sigh of relief. "Alright." she sat down in a seat, then turned, yanking the 'flotation device' known as the bottom of the seat, from the seat to her left. "Pillows" she said with a soft smile
Finishing up his wall, Coben smiled and stepped past Stella to put himself between her and the door. He unstrapped his ruined rifle and case from his back and wedged them in a seat then reached into his pack and withdrew a bottle of caffeine pills, two of which he tossed into his mouth. He propped his sniper rifle in the seat next to him and leaned back, his eyes on the door and his arms crossed over his chest so that his hands rested on the grips of his two CZ-75s. The pounding in his head had settled somewhat, so now he noticed more accutely the pain in his waist. Lifting up the lower part of his armor, there was a distinct purple line the way across his front, obviously the result of being thrown against his seatbelt during the crash. Gritting his teeth, he set his eyes back on the door.
Stella watched him for a moment, before laying out one blanket on the floor, a seat cushion on top of it. Then she laid down upon it, pulling a blanket over her. Perhaps this was all just some silly drug induced dream, and she'd wake up to a flight attendant telling her she had arrived safely in LA
Coben waited for an hour or two to make sure that she was soud asleep and his movements wouldn't wake her. Then he went outside the plane and collected a little more wood which he piled up a little ways from the plane. Retrieving a flint and steel from his survival kit, one of the only useful things in it since it was assembled for a desert environment, he he lit the branches on fire. Soon it had grown to a healthy size and he continued adding wood to the blaze until he was sure its light would be visible to most of the island considering there was no other light pollution.
Stella woke to the sound of crackling and the smell of smoke. She woke with a start, chest heaving, scared to death she was in the plane and it was on fire. Standing up, she stumbled out the door, falling out the sand, inhaling and exhaling rapidly
Coben stood and spun around at the sound of something hitting the sand near the plane, his hands automatically going to his sides. He stopped and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was just his fellow survivor. Walking over to where she had fallen, he extended a hand to help her up. "Are you ok?" he asked, silhouetted against the roaring fire.
After a moment, Stella lifted up a shaking hand and placing it in his. "Y-yeah, I'm fine." She said, closing her eyes and focusing on slowing down her breathing. Inhale, exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
"You should really be careful leaving the plane, there's quite a step." Coben said as he helped her up out of the sand. "I thought you were asleep." he said worriedly.
"I was, sorry, I just woke up" she said, rubbing her eyes. "I thought the plane was on fire. SO I just had to get out." she explained
Coben nodded, "I understand, it's been a traumatic day. Is there anyhthing I can do to help?". While this wasn't exactly commonplace, Coben had been in situations similar to this on multiple occasions. It was easy to forget that sleeping in a strange place in what was left of your transportation was nerve-wracking and even terrifying to most people.
"No, no, I'm fine." She said, shaking her head, her red hair falling around her. "I'll be just fine....you started a fire?" she asked, looking at the flickering flames.
Coben nodded. "We'll set off to look for survivors tomorrow but if this brings them to us, all the better." he turned back toward the fire and stared into it for a moment. "Try to get some sleep, we don't know how long we're going to be stuck here and you'll need your strength."
Stella nodded, stepping back towards the plane. SHe paused for a moment, "If you see anyone, wake me up ok? Don't let anyone else arrive without me here"
Coben grinned, crossing his arms over his armored chest. "What, afraid I'll scare 'em off?" he joked. Not completely out of the question, he knew. She would undoubtedly make them feel more comfortable than he could. ((So sorry, I posted days ago and apparently it didn't upload correctly. I just found out.))
"You might!" Stella said, half teasingly, half serious. If she ever came across a guy packing as much heavy artillery as he was, she'd turn the other way and run for the hills
"Well, I'll be sure to wake you up if anyon shows up." Coben said, settling himself back down on the banana leaf he had placed in the sand. "But try to get some sleep in the meantime, I have a feeling tomorrow's going to be a long day."
Vee walks one the sand looking around. The closer he got to the crash site the more pieces of the plane she saw. It was a good thing that they were on the east beach since the plane crash was close. Finally she revved the site and gasped. She saw half of the plane laying in front of her burning and broken. The end of it in the water while the other had nocked some trees down. "look" she tells the guy that followed her.
((I'll reply later I've gtg sorry :/))
Clare walked behind Vee, looking all around, "Wow...." was all she could say.
Coben's ears perked up as he picked up the familiar sound of feet crunching in sand. Making sure that the fire was between himself and the noise, so that in the darkness the light would dazzle their eyes and make him almost impossible to see, he dropped down onto his stomach and unslung his sniper rifle to rest in the sand in front of him. Probably the only time this freakin' desert camo pattern is going to do me any good on this island he thought to himself as he glanced down at his body armor. Getting all of the sand out wouldn't be fun, but he would just have to deal with it. Peering down his scope, he could pick out what looked like two indistinct figures in the darkness. He reached his right hand up and adjusted a setting on the scope to switch to thermal imaging and... nothing happened. I'm suing this airline when I get back. he thought grumpily to himself, the fact that his headeache was returning not helping his mood.
Clare stopped and looked around again for any survivors "Have you seen anyone yet?" She asked the girl
Brian's brow furrowed at the sight of the wreck. "Please don't be dead." He murmured to himself. He gazed around searching for any movement at all.
"What was that?" She asked the pilot, turning toward him, so she could see his face
Brian gazed at the girl and shook his head slightly. "My sister was on the plane." He replied and gazed at his surroundings. He saw nothing not even a sound.
Vee keeps moving around, ignoring the two for now. She was determined to find someone that could help them. “Anyone?” she calls out, her voice softly echoing. She still couldn’t see a sign of life. maybe they’re still waking up she tells herself as she moved closer to the damaged plane and the trees.
"Oh my gosh" She bit the bottom of her lip, and looked down at her feet,not knowing what to say
Brian sighed and then followed the other girl. His eyes darted towards everything. From the waves that washed on the beach to the wind blowing through the trees. He was beyond scared especially because he knew that his sister might be one of the dead bodies scattered through the wreckage.
((gtg bye!!Also i might not be on for a week, if i cannot find internet connection at my Missouri house))
((We look forward to seeing you back))Deciding that they were close enough, Coben sprung up from his hiding place and shouldered his sniper rifle, shaking his head sharply at the same time to swing his hardened kevlar/steel mask down over his face. "Freeze!" he called out, his body angled slightly to give him a narrower profile, left foot forward for a stable firing position. "Names." he demanded.
Vee certainly did freeze. It had been so quite when she heard his voice, and she was now scared. She looked at where the sound came from to find a guy holding a weapon and aiming it at the, she never thought she would have a weapon aimed at her. She looks back to Brain to see what he was doing. If he said his name she would say hers.((bye!))
Brian gazed at the guy in complete shock. He froze and went rigid. Was he on the plane? If he wasn't are there others here? If he was where did he get the gun? Why is he pointing it at us? What is going on? All these questions ran through his mind and he couldn't think straight. He didn't hear the guy ask for names and gazed at him like a deer caught in the headlights.
Seeing the three freeze in shock, Coben noted that they didn't go for weapons and relaxed slightly. Slightly. He had learned long ago that letting your guard down could get you killed as fast as running into a busy intersection. Now would have been a great time for a warning shot to shake them up a bit, if he could spare the ammo. Seeing the somewhat dirty and damaged clothing the two wore, not to mention the fact that one was wearing a pilot uniform for the airline they had been flying with, Coben could only assume that they had survived the crash. Maybe it'd be best to let someone with more "people skills" take over at this point. he thought. Without turning around or taking his eyes, or his Micor Leader .50, off of the two, he yelled "Stella! Some people here you might want to meet!"
Brain didn't answer, should i? she asks herself as she turns her gaze back to the guy he was still watching them for any movement. He stayed quite since she didn't know what to do. She wonders what the guy with the weapon was thinking about. Was killing them crossing his mind? They hasn't even done anything. She flinches when he spoke. But it wast to them so he didn't say anything back. who is he talking to?
Stella heard her name being called and woke with a jolt. Climbing slowly out of the plane she moved over towards Coben. Were these people safe? Probably, he wouldn't have called her out otherwise, at least, most likely...
Coben smiled, although it was hidden under his unchanging kevlar/steel mask. "They were coming towards the plane, thought you might wanna meet them. You'd asked me to wake you up if somebody came, anyway. See anyone you recognize?" he asked, although he knew it was unlikely that out of the numerous people on the plane she would have seen one of these few.
((I'm back!!!! :D))Clare stood frozen in shock, her hair getting in the way of her face again, but she was too afraid to move. Who is this guy? What's he doing with a gun, i thought they had radars that checked if people had guns. "I am so suing" She muttered under breath as her shock turned into anger
Stella had been so doped up on sleeping pills she didn't really have the time to capture anyone's face. "Not a clue who they are mate" she whispered to Coben, moving so she was slightly behind him
Vee wondered who he was calling for. She really couldn't see but she did see to body's. She still didn't know why this was happening. Why do they need to be checked bits nit like they we're bad guys. Their trying to her help themselves.
Clare slightly turned her head to see Vee, her eyes clouded with fear, and shock. She didn't know if she should say something or not, this was all like a dream, no, a nightmare, and she couldn't wake up
"Why don'tcha step into the light?" Coben said, slowly putting his rifle over his shoulder to let ot hang across his back. "We're all in the same boat, might as well get to know each other." he raised his mask up on its hinge to uncover his face, trying to make the group more comfortable. While he had put away his rifle to hopefully make them feel less threatended, he crossed his arms over his chest which just happened to keep his hands hovering near the grips of two CZ-75s. No point in taking unnecessary risks.
Vee looks back to brain and the girl. Should we? she seems to give them the face to see if they were ok with it. She really didn't think it was a good idea to join them, not after the scare they had. She couldn't blame herself. She was really frightened. Maybe if the other two did it she would then. They could stick to get her and if something goes wrong they would help each other. maybe i should just go first she tells herself, and she does. Se moves in where they would be able to see her. Her white jeans dirty an bloody. Her blue tank top slightly torn. Her purple, aqua blue and mint green hair in a high ponytail.
Clare warily walked over to where they could see her after Vee. Her short white dress was ragged at the bottom, and she had taken off her high heels earlier so it would be more comfortable. Her toenails were painted light pink, but it was hard to see with all the sand on them. Although her dress was ragged, she wasn't bleeding, that was another lucky thing. Her hair was a mess, her wavy dark brown hair was everywhere, but she brushed it aside, once the guy put the gun down.
Stella stayed close to Coben, for she knew she could trust him. These girls were a whole different ball game. Not to mention she had a terrible history with anyone of the female gender, they always hated her for one thing or another.
"I'll be back" vee whispers to Clair. She was scared and need to e alone for a moment. In a quick movement he runs to the trees. Getting away from them was why she needed. While she's gone she could find clean water or some fruits for her to eat. She but couldn't handle the site of the crash or the idea of a him pointed at her. Finally she disappears into the forest away from them.
Seeing the sudden motion of the girl dashing off into the trees Coben instincively shot both arms straight out in front of his chest, a CZ-75 pistol now firmly gripped in each hand. The sleek black semi-automatics had both been customized: the one on the right had the name "Moe" engraved in silver cursive font on the right side while the one on the left had been completely refitted for left handed firing, ejecting shell casings to the left instead of the right, ad had the name "Marly" written in identical silver script. "Stop!" he yelled after her, but suddenly he was overcome with a wave of dizziness as the world around him seemed to spin. He shook his head to clear it but the girl had already bounded off into the forest and disappeared from view. "Take a wild guess who's not sleeping tonight?" he muttered irritably as he shoved the left sidearm back into its horizontal shoulder houlster on the right side of his chest. With the other, he gestured back to the remaining group. "Anybody else?" he asked, his mask glinting somewhat in the harsh glare of the fire.
Clare shook her head fiercely "No"
Stella's eyes widened to twice their normal size. "Coban? Are you alright?" she asked, placing one thin hand upon his shoulder. The last thing she needed was her only form of protection passing out or, god forbid, dying while they were still on this godforsaken island
