[. adventure ? no thanks .]

[[. lennart .]]

Icy blue eyes fluttered open. White hands pushed a fragile frame up, slowly. The male blinked a few times, and looked around, seeing nothing but trees around him. No people, no plane, no nothing. Was this heaven ? Or hell, seeing as the black haired young man wasn’t exactly what you’d call an angel. But on the other hand, he didn’t belive in heaven and hell. Was this afterlife then ? Or, he just wasn’t dead. Not yet anyway. Were there any other survivors of the plane crash ? For if not, Lennart would have a problem. He wasn’t able to survive on his own, he had been born and raised in the city, and had never even seen a forest like this, apart from the images in books he read every now and then, curious about them. And if there were any, they better speak English, or even better, French. For Lennart’s English wasn’t the best ever. He had this horrible French accent, and often couldn’t find the right words. Sure, he had always had good grades for all the languages he had taken during his school time, but that didn’t matter. You didn’t learn to speak a language fluently. The only way you could learn it, was by actually going to a foreign country, and try to improve while staying there.

Slowly, Lennart stood up, but didn’t stop studying his surroundings. Until another thought crossed his mind. Immediately his hands dove into his pockets, searching for something. His cell phone. He needed to call Mr. R.’s messenger, or the man himself, to notify them. He would be late. The man would be very displeased, for sure. And if he didn’t want to lose one of his most important customers, he would have to reduce the price. Just great. Ah, there it was. His right hand pulled out the mobile, and he pressed the button. A few words flashed by on the screen before it went blank again. Batterie Vide. Pale azure pools flashed with anger and soon the mobile collided with one of the trees nearby, falling down to the leafy floor, broken.

Merde !

Tones escaped the male’s voice boxes, shaking his skull. Now what to do ? He couldn’t tell anyone of his delay. People better start looking at him soon, or else . . . Or else what ? It wasn’t like Lennart could do anything . . . He was stuck on who knows where, with absolutely no ways to get in touch with people at home. He could really use a cigarette right now. But of course, he didn’t have any with him. Who had thought he would need one at this relaxing trip, a few hours away from the precious money ?

His spheres spotted something lying at the ground, just a few metres away from him. Ah, his foil, in a muddy expensive sheath. At least he hadn’t lost the valuable thing. He bent down and picked it up, and after trying a few times, he managed to attach it to his studded belt, which wasn’t made to carry swords. After shooting a last glance behind him, Lennart started walking, not knowing where to, but he did know, that staying here wasn’t an option. He had to go and look for other survivors. Or something to drink. He didn’t have anything with him. Merde, he was stupid.

After a few minutes nothing had changed. Still he was surrounded by trees, and Lennart wouldn't have been surprised if he was walking in circles. He could get lost anywhere, so getting lost in a forest like this wouldn't be a problem. With his hands in his pockets he advanced, not even trying to be silent, for no one was near, right ? Yet his ears would be perking forward if they could have, eager to catch the slightest sound, still hoping there would be some survivors of the flight.

[Skye]

Skye couldn't take being around the people on the beach for she knew that they had been looking at her. Did they think she was a freak or something? She didn't know but she didn't trust them and she didn't like hanging around people and she didn't like this stupid island or what ever they were on. She wanted to be back out on the streets. Why did those stupid cops make her get on this stupid plane to go to that stupid camp for trouble kids? Why couldn't anyone just let her be and do what she wants to do. She kept walking through the trees soon losing sight of the beach. She also made sure no one was following her as she walked for she didn't like it when people watched her and kept an eye on her. She wasn't one that was use to being looked after and cared for. No one ever has cared for her before and so she wasn't expecting anyone to start now.

She didn't have many pills left. She only had two left in the small bottle and she needed more. She wasn't sure if she should go back and see that guy who had that tent on the beach where she got these pills from. Maybe she could find some around the area where she meet that guy named Charlie. Her wrists clearly displayed the deep cuts and the red marks from the cuffs. She was glad to have them off but they still felt like they were still on her wrists which she found annoying.

She tried to re call where she remembered being last time she was in here. She managed to find the stupid rock that she tried to brake her cuffs on for it still had some of her blood on it. Finally She said to herself and now she could see if there were any sort of drugs around that she could get her hands on. As she started looking around she noticed a male was around the area. She didn't want to be seen so she quickly ducked behind one of the large trees and just watched him. Who was he? and what was he doing?. She watched people and just watched what they do. It was something she just did for who knows - sometimes they could just drop something that may be of value to Skye.

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[[. lennart .]]

Anger being the feeling Lennart felt the most at the moment, he just sent random glares into every tree’s direction. They just never stopped coming, did they ? Sure, most people might react in another way than Lennart, but hey, he was unique, and he knew it. For honestly, was there one other French university student working at restaurants in weekends, plus an excellent fencer and salesman ? One other on this whole damned planet ? I don’t think so either.

A sound made him look up, but he couldn’t tell what it was, a snap of a branch, a human voice, or something else. One would say it wasn’t that difficult, but Lennart even thought he had imagined it, wanting to hear something so badly. Unconciously Lennart’s hand appeared out of the trousers’ pocket and wandered to the hilt of the foil, attached to his belt. Well, if anything would occur, the battle ready companion might be useful. He snorted. Like anything would happen on this – this what ? Was it an island, a whole continent, perhaps even the Amazone Forest ? He didn’t know, and how should he. The city was his home, not some place crowded with trees, and whatever else might be here. He looked up to the sky, but didn’t see anything but branches and leaves, blocking sight. He didn’t know what time it was. He didn’t know how long he had been walking yet. Not very long for sure, for he wasn’t hungry yet, and far from thirsty. But Lennart never was thirsty. He could drink a small glass of water along with eating breakfast, and that was enough until late at night, when he would often go to a bar to drink something with friends.

Nonetheless, The other hand appeared, duck into his crimson hoodie pocket, and reappeared, his fingers holding a cookie. If he couldn’t get his hands on a cigarette, then a cookie would – have to – do. Yes, he better save it, for who knows how long he will be stuck on this forsaken place, but he needed something to chew on right now. Teeth soon munched on the cookie, and Lennart stopped, sinking down to the leafy floor with his back against one of the trees, a sigh sent out into the atmosphere.

[Skye]

Skye watched him quietly from behind the tree. She wondered what he was doing. She noticed that he had heard her and was looking around to see who was there. Then she saw the cookie. She hasn't eaten in a while and just seeing that cookie it made her stomach growl. She may take drugs but she does need to eat to. Skye could only watch as he bit into the cookie. Oh how she would just love to just run up there and take it from him and then run off and eat it herself. In her hand she held the bottle which contained to pills. Only two. That wasn't going to last her long and she knew she would have to get more soon other wise those feeling would come back which she had that she couldn't stand.

Skye's eyes then caught sight of small bottles. She then looked down to the one she held and noticed that it was similar. She bit her lip and she needed to know if there was any pills in them. She knew that would mean that she would have to move from where she was but she just needed to see. She slowly came out from behind the tree and made her way over to where she saw them. When she made her way over to them she didn't realise she had dropped the bottle which contained the pills she was holding.. Opening them up she noticed they were empty and that made her mad. She threw them away and felt so mad. She then went to make sure she still had hers and she noticed that they were gone. She then suddenly thought that she had thrown them along with the empty ones. Slye then started to just start look around for the bottle not caring if the male saw her or not. She just needed those pills.

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[[. lennart .]]

Great. Just a few hours on his island, and Lennart was going crazy. He had heard something, again. What would his friends say if they saw him here ? What would they say if they knew his plane had crashed down on some sort of forsaken place ? They wouldn’t even be able to imagine him, Lennart, anywhere else but in a city, filled with people, running in every possible direction. But between trees ? Lennart ? Never. He himself still couldn’t accept it either. Maybe this was just a dream. But he knew it wasn’t. For he tasted the cookie on his tongue. Swallowing it, he closed his crystals, and opened them again. Everything was still the same. Or not. He saw a female form moving. She seemed to be a few years younger than Lennart, that was his first impression. It was like she was looking for something – or someone. But if it was someone, then that someone had fallen, for she was looking down at the ground.

He watched her for a minute, and took another cookie out of the packet in his hoodie pocket, but then decided not to eat it. He was realistic. A little bit anyway. He wasn’t hungry, he only wanted to eat to get rid of the stress he was feeling from crashing down. Stress about not being able to finish his business, while he should be glad for having survived this. And he might need the cookies later, when he would get really hungry, if no one could help him to get some decent food.
His pale azure orbs widened slightly. Maybe the girl could help him. Although. Maybe she was looking for food as well. But no, she seemed to have lost something, something in the way she moved, searched, told him that. He was a good observer, for after all, he should always know when his customers were honest or not, shouldn’t he ? He had trained himself. Yet he could still be fooled, no matter how much he hated it, it was possible. But she was someone, and even if she couldn’t speak French, they could communicate a little bit, and maybe she had already discovered more of the this place than him.

Allo ? Hé, toi . . . Parlez français ? Speak French ?

He asked her, adding the same question in English, in case she wouldn’t understand. He supposed not, not many English people could speak another language than that of their own, for after all, English was a global language, and everyone should be able to speak it, right ? Well, yeah, almost everyone could speak it, but not that good . . .

[Skye]

Skye jumped when she heard a voice. She couldn't understand what was first said but then she heard some words that she could understand. Skye turned and looked at the male and just studied him. She studied the way that he looked, the way he dressed, his accent, the way he even stood. Skye did this alot when people were around her. It's so if she ever 'bumps' into them again she will remember that she had meet them before. No I don't she said in her usual not so friendly tone. She spoke like that to everyone. It was just who she was and she knew no better....well actually deep down inside she actually did but she is just to scared and she doesn't even know who she really is to even realise that she acts like this. Skye then started to look for that bottle again the one that she had dropped. She was getting frustrated for she needed it.

She started to move around slowly looking for it. Something then caught her eye and she spotted something on the ground. She rushed over to it and bent down. She picked it up and a small smile came over lips. She opened it up and there was two pills in it...her two pills. She slowly then stood up and looked back to the male. What are you looking at? she said and she then shoved the small bottle into her pocket.

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||sorry it took me this long to reply...and sorry it's short. I don't have much muse as i've been having a few bad days l8tly with my sickness and i had to have stupid tests done today so they can find out what is wrong with me||

[[. lennart .]]

The words the female spoke were easy to understand, short tones, not too much in a sentence. But she wasn’t very friendly either. Lennart looked down at himself, a small frown dotting his forehead. He hadn’t done anything wrong, had he ? He had just said hello to someone. And you would think people would be happy when they saw others on this island. Unless . . she was sick of others’ presences. Maybe somewhere, there were so many survivors, or maybe even natives, that this girl was sick of them. And maybe that was why she was so unfriendly. Lennart decided just to shrug it off.

He carefully watched her as she continued looking for something. Now, Lennart was a nice guy, but if people weren’t nice to him, he wouldn’t help them. That was just him. And it was logical as well. So he just watched her as she searched for something, and, found it after a while. It was a bottle, with something in it. He wondered what. Yeah, pills probably, the bottle looked like a pill bottle, but what kind of. He was too curious for his own good.

Nothing,

he spoke after a few moments of thinking about her vocals, his gaze following the bottle being shoved into her pocket, before he looked up at her again. Why couldn’t people speak slower if they knew they were talking to a non-native speaker ? His English sucked. He had always known that – not his school-english, but his real English – but now he actually realised it. Still such a short sentence, and he couldn’t answer it immediately. This was going to be hard, if no one could French on this damned forsaken topography.


-- ooc -- yeah, sorry here too . . . I had lost the url to GA, and I didn't see you on msn anymore, so I was kind of starting to panic, till I got Charlie's mail today *sigh of relief* --