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teegcn.

green eyes roll back in her head as he stated she was incorrect in her statement, fingers reaching forward to grasp against the t-shirt he’d previously pulled from his frame. “whatever helps you sleep at night, tuck.” having found a patch of t-shirt that was yet to be plastered in blood, a harsh tug against the material rips of a stretch of the material. “devastatingly sexy?” a soft chuckle earned from her lips at the words— all the while she’d began to shove herself back to her feet, approaching the waves that had been spilling up onto the sand threateningly close to the duo. “you hopin’ your rugged, post-war, post-plane crash looks will earn you a little bit of sympathy sex?” brows wiggle tauntingly in his direction, having partly ducked down to soak the material before nimble fingers begin to wring it out. “next thing i know you’ll be prying on naive girls and telling them stories of where you got all those scars— making yourself out to be a big tough guy.” dropping back to the sand by his side, one hand comes to push some of the unruly curls from his forehead, all so she could bring the damp material up in attempts to clean his wound.

tucker watched teegan’s eyes sparkle again, and he actually grinned. despite the devastation around him, teegan had always been able to pull a softer side out of him. he would do anything to see those glistening gemstones of her eyes.

he handed over the tee shirt, and she shredded it into pieces easily, rinsing them in the salt water. tucker’s smile actually grew, though the pounding in his head was growing from hammer to heavy machinery level. “i’ll have you know, i work very hard to maintain this rugged appeal. i have spent minutes, nay, hours, on curating this persona, and my dearest teegan, bali was going to get me laid.” she pushed his hair out of his face— longer than regulation, he’d been letting it grow out— and he held back the dark curls with one hand, leaning back on the other planted in the sand. “even if we all know that more than one of these scars has been because some punk kid sister couldn’t keep out of trouble.”

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larathorne.

Lara still wore the blood stained shirt. Her fingernails still had dried blood under them, a few stains here and there on her hands that she couldn’t wash off with the salty water. Every time she closed her eyes, flashbacks of the crash, her friend’s death and the explosion painted a painful picture on the inside of her eyelids. So, Lara had to keep them open. No matter what, because she wasn’t strong enough to deal with the reality of things —- Jessica was dead, Dottie most likely blamed Lara, just like she should, people got hurt. It was an unusual occurrence after another and all she got out of it were a few scratches, some cuts and bruises. How was that fair, in any way? First her family, then her friend… —–

A somewhat familiar voice woke her from the train wreck of thoughts that were about to ensue. Her attention turned to Tucker, her eyes set on him for a few seconds as she thought about what she was going to say. Should she say what she really feel or go with what he was probably expecting to hear? The girl looked away. “I don’t know.” Lara gulped. Everything was a mess, including her mind and, thinking any further about what made her feel like that, would only take away the concentration she needed to help others. For a few moments, she let her words settle in before she looked at the male again. “Are you?”

the scent of blood and smoke was still so heavy in the air, despite the hours it had been since the crash, the fire having long since burned itself out. but there was a lingering heat on his skin, like a sunburn. or maybe an actual burn, because he’d been damn close to those flames at multiple points, trying to drag those who looked like they may still be alive from the flames. he didn’t bother with the dead. they would probably need to burn them anyways.

he had to appreciate lara’s straightforward answer. lying at this point was pretty useless, though really, what could he do if she wasn’t? after this, would any of them be okay? and if he had known what lara was thinking, he would’ve agreed with her. he sometimes being okay wasn’t what mattered. it was being alive that mattered. “yeah. i’m okay. teegan — my sister — she’s... a little roughed up, but she’s okay.” frowning, he turned back towareds her as he remembered the hazy details after the crash. “actually, i... got a little hit in the head, at some point. you said you’re a nurse, right? could you maybe look at it? i don’t exactly trust teegan’s judgement as a medic. she’d try to walk off a broken limb.”

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teegcn.

“blasphemy—” the word repeated in a higher octave than her usual tone of voice, indicating her taunting. the petite girl follows obediently behind her brother, fingers intertwined as they stalk elsewhere across the beach. landing herself against the sand, momentarily the female gets caught up in observing their surroundings. she may have been unlucky with the crash, but she was lucky that her brother was here, alive and kicking— fully aware there would be others less fortunate. though, as always, he never fails to distract her dark mind. hands planting in the sand as teegan inches closer to get a better look at the wound now some of the blood had been cleared. after drawling out a ‘uhhh’ throughout her observation, the dark haired femme falls back onto her palms once more. “i wouldn’t say you’ll be breath-taking. after all, we both know i got the good looks— but it shouldn’t look too bad. the ladies might find it appealing.”

the teasing tone in her voice was as familiar as his own fingerprints, and it allowed some of the weight to leak out of tucker’s shoulders. if she was functioning enough to make smart ass remarks then he wasn’t worried. people on the beach lingered further down the coast, and tucker began to have a strange sense of deja vu. not because he’d been stranded on a beach before, but because this was a familiar situation. teegan and tucker against the world.

“needless to say, you would be wrong.” he actually had no idea of just how bad the wound on his head was. it hurt like hell, and he’d been unconscious for who knows how long. that was somewhat concerning, and he was starting to be worried about a concussion, but it wasn’t like anyone was around to offer a tylenol and bandages. he could make do. “appealing? i was hoping more for devastatingly sexy, but i’ll take what i can get.”

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teegcn.

there’s a force against the corners of her lips as the older male reassures her; as though she desperately wants to agree with him, wants to shake the mindset she’d been in moments beforehand were a part of her was wondering if she’d have to accept the fact he may be dead. “you’re right,” though her voice is raw, it’s her turn to attempt to reassure him. the quick embrace partially helps with the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, hazel hues squeezing shut in the process of it. when they reopen however, a single tear manages to slip from her attempts of staying stoic— and just as quick as she’d noted it, fingers outstretched to rid of it from against her cheek. the next smile to dare against her lips is more genuine, the joking words leaving tucker’s lips momentarily softening her features. “i told you before, the bloody bad boy look isn’t for you.” it’s her own pathetic attempt at a teasing returned comment.

he spotted the first tear on her cheek immediately, because rarely did anything teegan do slip by him. he let it go though, with great unhappiness. she’d didn’t like to be so vulnerable; she’d probably snap his head off at the mention of weakness. and he would’ve welcomed it.

“that is not only offensive, it is complete and utter blasphemy.” he grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the few people still running around the smoking remains of the plane. sitting down on the sand, tucker yanked his shirt over his head. he briefly wondered where his jacket had gone, when he spotted it around teegan’s shoulders. a smile flickered over his lips and he used the cotton of his tee shirt to dab at the blood still dripping. “c’mere, you little punk. how’s it look? is it gonna scar? am i gonna be even more ruggedly handsome?”

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larathorne.

starter for @ashwocd

Lara still felt herself running on autopilot after the plane crash; tending to people, making sure no one else died, doing everything she could to take care of others —- all the while, forgetting to take care of herself, the bruises and cuts that she had all over her body. Her mind still hadn’t quite wrapped itself about the fact that Jessica had died right before her eyes, Lara’s hands tainted with her blood, and she hadn’t been good enough to keep one of her best friend’s alive. So, she sat on the sand, away from the group, near enough the shore so she could feel the waves coming and going at her feet. It would be relaxing, if they hadn’t been thrown into a fresh hell of death and fire a little over an hour before. One leg bent at the knee, her arm around it, and another stretched as she felt the sand between her toes, Lara knew that, only a few minutes from that moment, she’d have to go back to the group. Back to helping. In that moment, however, all she wanted was to be there, away from the commotion.

tucker’s instinct for flight or fight had always been eager to trigger. it had started back when the plane had begun to dip, and the leftover adrenaline had fueled him for hours after. it was only when the survivors had been located, the dead moved aside, the flames burned out, that he began to feel the weariness. it hit him hard, all at once, and he struggled to stay upright.

teegan was safely treating a few minor cuts and bruises, making difficult small talk with other survivors, so he found himself slowly wandering away from the group. he headed towards the edge of the beach, only then spotting the familiar figure sitting on the sand. he wasn’t sure if he was going to be bothering her or not, but though the crowd seemed overwhelming, he was strangely terrified of being alone. so tucker sat a few feet away, just within speaking distance. “you okay?”

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teegcn.

for a blissful moment everything was okay, because she was in the safest place— the arms of her older brother. though, reality is quick to settle in; the scent of burning that had once been masked by the indescribable smell of aftershave and sweat suddenly tickling at her nostrils once more. “i’m fine, i’m fine now,” the slender female is quick to hush his concerns with the words, her own already growing as nimble fingers extended to swipe some crimson lingering against his forehead. “i thought—” breath bitching in her throat, it becomes clear to her she can’t even get out the words; she didn’t want to either. dark locks wave as her head shakes. “we need to get you cleaned up, tuck.” though she was certainly no medic, and a lingering question of whether there was even any supplies left was yet to be answered.

she smelled like sweat and smoke and blood, which was not a scent that he appreciated on his little sister. already he was feeling a rock settle again in his stomach. she was afe, yes, but god, he’d been the one to put her in danger in the first place. god, how could he have done this? how could something so good turn so very wrong? somehow he expected a supernatural ability from himself, to see into the future. he’d always been able to protect her before.

he instantly caught the tremor in her voice, the first gasp that could melt into sobs. he recognized it, because he’d heard it too many times before. she was tough, his kid sister, but no one was invulnerable. “no, no, it’s okay, tee. i’m okay, you’re okay.” he grasped her again in a quick tight hug, though this one didn’t linger. “why? you saying i don’t look good bloody?” tucker teased easily, hoping it would draw her head out of the dark place.

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grimvldi.

head throbbing and heart racing, elena WILLED herself towards the waves that rolled up onto the nearby shore. her gait no longer poised nor polished like that of a royal but staggered and sluggish as anxiety gripped her small frame, in search of desperate relief against that of the injuries she’d sustained at the hands of the blazing wreckage. and as she thrust herself into the saltwater, the princess sank to her knees in the shallow depths, pale skin grazing against coarse sand, her breathing laboured and limbs sore as she indulged herself in the cooling waters. holding herself steady, elena then moved warily backward towards dry land, gripping her own body as to assist her before spotting someone not too far off. “you wouldn’t happen to know, just the SLIGHTEST bit of first aid, would you? s'il vous plaît?” she called in subtle anguish, kindness still tinting her words as she sank, again, to the ground, dainty fingertips going to the offending burn wounds that decorated the outside of her right leg, “i understand that these aren’t the least bit fatal and i apologise for wasting you’re time if not — t-they’re just rather painful and helpful insight would be greatly appreciated.”

tucker moved to the waves with a thoughtless drive. he just wanted to rinse off his hans, to get off all the blood. he no longer knew how much was his own and how much belonged to others. the sun was starting to drop in the distance, though the heat was still suffocating. tucker actually began to consider stripping off all of his clothes and washig himself in the cool blue waters just for some relief. he lost himself in a daydream of how nice that would be, like the sweet relaxation of a shower after a long day, when a voice startled him out of his fantasy.

“oh.” he looked around, as if he actually had something to offer her that had been conveniently floating in the water nearby. “no. i don’t have anything.” still knee deep in the water, he made his way over to the young woman. “the water might be the best we have to offer at this point. let me see how it looks.”

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dorthyhawkes.

She was shaken. By the crash and Jessica’s death. Nothing seemed to be going right. Dottie couldn’t keep a job. This was supposed to be a vacation with no stress, but well – it didn’t seem like it was going to start out that way. She was missing her stiletto and all of her expensive travelling supplies that she was already looking around for. “Has anyone seen my other shoe?” They had to be rescued soon. Dottie couldn’t handle being in a situation like this for very long.

“your... your shoe.” tucker stumbled over the words, feeling like his brain was processing at half its normal speed. he blinked and looked down at her feet, one clad in a pointy heel and the other bare. he couldn’t help but think that this was a very unfortunate choice for a desert island, but then realized that none of them had prepared for this. wasn’t her fault if she wore what looked like torture devices as shoes. “uh, i haven’t seen any, uh, shoes.” clearly he’d suffered serious brain damage. “i’ll let you know if i see anything, though.”

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elisabettaflores.

Elisabetta was sure she’d hit her head during the crash. She felt stiff and absolutely exhausted. She had always grown up wanting to go travelling and her field of study was going to allow for that. This was practically the first real plane trip she’d ever been on. And she had only gone to see Meg. Part of her was freaking out because she hadn’t told anyone that she was going on this trip. School was over for the summer and all her research had been independent. Her parents didn’t own phones, so she didn’t have a way to contact them unless she visited them, but she hadn’t had the time. Elisabetta was completely alone. Meg didn’t even know she was planning on visiting.

She sat on the sand, head in between her legs, tears flowing down her face. “Dios, me mantiene a salvo. Por favor, encuéntranos rápidamente.” Her quiet prayer was the only thing keeping her from having a breakdown.

once his sister was deemed safe and alive, tucker turned immediately toward the rest of the survivors. there were a lot of them... probably just as many dead. something would have to be done about that later, but the wounded needed to be checked first. someone had managed to scrounge up half a first aid kit, and tucker ventured back towards the crash to send the ones who could walk to help off towards her.

he found the girl crying on the beach after far too long. he sat down in front of her immediately, gently touching her knee to coax her to look up at him. he heard her mumble something that didn’t sound like english. damn, he knew he should’ve paid more attention in spanish class. “hey, do you speak english? are you hurt?”

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teegcn.

( @ashwocd ! )

it felt like a dream nightmare, some sort of indescribable out of body experience. everything happened so quickly, the moments playing in a loop of flashbacks in the females mind. in the midst of it all, she’d gotten split up from the one person she regretted boarding the plane with the moment it began to go south— not because she regretted taking the trip with him, but rather if her travel companion was to die, she couldn’t bare it to be tucker. nimble fingers found themselves grasping at the broad shoulders of every dark-haired male she approached, a sense of urgency settled among her; a feeling that didn’t settle until having pulled at a particularly distinctive male she noted the face teegan feared she’d never see again. “holy shit—” words merely escape her before hands come to wrap around the male, heart pounding heavily in her chest and the feeling of dampness pin-prickling at the corners of her eyes.

tucker didn’t know how long he’d been asleep. his head ached with a deep throb. for a moment, he nearly confused it with a vicious hangover. but that thought was soon rectified, because there was a smell of smoke lingering and when he opened his eyes, he saw a bright blue sky instead of the ceiling of his house on base. not asleep, unconscious. not hungover, crashed.

he stood up so fast that his head spun, and he nearly vomitted into the trees. staggering upright, he quickly took in the jungle surroundings, and headed towards the noise. the screaming, the great plumes of smoke rising from the wreckage, the mangled bodies, and somewhere, somewhere among it all must be teegan. a trickle of blood dripped down into his eyes and he swiped at it impatiently, dark eyes still searching out his sister. he saw her just before she saw him, already headed down the beach to grab her in his arms. “ jesus christ, tee...” only after holding her for too long did he pull back, now looking for signs of damage. “you okay?”

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Is that BOB MORLEY scavenging for food onshore? Nah, it’s just TUCKER ASHWOOD, the TWENTY SEVEN-year-old MARINE from ECONOMY Class! Word has it, HE took the flight to Bali because HE’S VACATIONING ON LEAVE. The flight attendants said they can be IRASCIBLE, ALTRUISTIC, and ADAPTABLE. How long do you think would it take them to turn batshit crazy?

heyyy i’m real awful at intro posts, but i’m liv! i live in the est timezone, and i use she/her pronouns. this is my idiot son tucker, and if you’d like to get to know him better you can read one long ass novella of an intro post. if you like this post, i’ll hit you up for plots asap!