Who knows what the tide could bring...

Hey, I'm Nick Duval, I'm 21 years old. I've been a carpenter for about 4 years now, 2 years in apprenticship and now almost 2 working on my own up in Providence, RI. I'm not totally sure how I got here but I am so I might as well get used to it.. Disclaimer: This is a...

[bowtiedcastaway-deactivated2016]

Wipeout || Open

Blaine had decided, after these last few days had passed, to reassess the situation and evaluate his next steps by returning to the beach. He hoped by retracing his steps, he could come to better terms with what happened. 

He had managed to find a small stream with fresh water that morning, but he was starving. And he felt dizzy from lack of food. He hoped today he could run into some people who were capable of gathering food and other resources, since it seemed they’d be there for a while.

Sensing someone coming close by, he waved politely. “Hi there.”

[duval-comma-nicholas]

Nick had been keeping to himself for the most part. He knew that at some point he was going to have to meet up with others that were scattered around the island but the concept of creating connections and relying on others was a completely foreign concept to him. Nick had been aimlessly walking for a little while, looking down at his feet as he did, when he heard the voice. He looked up suddenly, meeting eyes with another man around his same height. “Oh, um, hi.” Nick stammered awkwardly, not really knowing what to say to. 

[amarazolakingson]

Did we Crash? || F2F OPEN

[amarazolakingson]

“Oh wow, so you don’t even know how you got here let alone where here is…” She sighed. “People meet under the most craziest circumstance. I guess we just have to make the best out of this. We need to figure out a way to get some help off where ever we are, but first thing is first, we need too asses survivors… or I will once I am mobile again.”

[duval-comma-nicholas]

Nick shook his head, not trusting his voice to speak about that again. “Yeah, I guess so.” He agreed before quirking an eyebrow at her next statement. This woman had a huge gash in her leg and she’s worrying about how other people are and clearly talking about plans for help. “Um, yeah, getting that fixed up should really be your top priority right now.”

[brutias]

“You may not have, but at the very least, you’d have a leg up on others because you actually work in the field and know what you’re doing,” Brody countered with a chuckle before he lifted his own shoulders in a shrug. “But I don’t mind being the muscle, I mean, it’s not like it’ll be that different from work on the farm. If I can mend fences, I can help build shelter and lift trees and help with all of that manual labor,” he said before he let his eyes focus in on the water, nodding at Nick’s words. He was right, of course there were worse places… But this was still pretty bad.

[duval-comma-nicholas]

“I guess so. It also sort of depends on how long we actually think we’ll be stuck here and how permanent we want to make things.” Nick pointed out with a shrug. “Plus, not a ton I can do with no tools. I’ve got a pocket knife but that’s not going to do me any good for cutting anything, just carving.” He nodded at Brody’s points, it would be helpful but honestly it was not something that he really wanted to think about. The thought that building shelters meant that they were going to be there a long time and that just wasn’t something that he was ready to deal with yet. 

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Have You Ever Been So Lost | f2f

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Kitty groaned, massaging her temples once more. Another person who hadn’t seen her campers – just great. “Damn it, they might as well just take the Echo Warrior award away from me. I can’t keep track of five kids,” she cursed herself. She was supposed to be a good counselor not a mess-up that put herself over them when they crashed. “Kitty, Kitty Wilde. I think I’m okay, my head hurts and I’ve got a slight back pain.” The blonde shrugged her shoulders. “Were you on the cruise ship?”

[duval-comma-nicholas]

Nick stared at her a little confused. “The what award?” He had absolutely no idea what she was going on about and it made him wonder if the foggy feeling had really cleared from his head at all. “Nice to meet you Kitty, well it would have been in better circumstances. Um, no, I’m not really sure how I got here really.. “

[sterling-jeffrey]

Jeff knew he probably shouldn’t try to move too much, but he couldn’t stop himself from jumping at the sound of a voice. Before he knew it he was looking up at a guy, someone he didn’t recognise. He glad to see someone, but also confused at the same time. “I’m…alright.” He replied slowly, trying to adjust to the new company. “My head’s killing me, but I don’t really know what happened to it.” He tried to sit up, but only managed to lean up on his elbows. “Uh…where did you come from?” He asked as his eyes struggled to focus on the man beside him.

[duval-comma-nicholas]

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Nick noted with a small sigh, he nodded at the other’s sentiment of his head hurting, it seemed to be a pretty common theme with everyone he’d come across today. “If you mean just now, I was up just past the tree line until I noticed you. If you mean long term, Providence.” He explained as another wage washed up over his feet. “Do you want some help? At least to move out of the tide a little so you can dry off.” 

[sterling-jeffrey]

Jeff could feel the sand between his fingers, as he started to come to. The sea washed over his ankles and up to his hips, making him shiver slightly. His eyes opened slowly, blinking up at the sun beaming down on him. “What?” He groaned, unsure of how he had gotten here. The last thing he remembered he was looking out at the sea, but now here he was looking up at the sky.

He slowly sat up, sand sticking to his wet clothes and skin, putting his palm to his forehead and brushing his hair from his eyes. “Where am I?” He frowned when he saw various cuts and scrapes along his arms and legs, whatever happened must have been pretty rough. As he moved to stand, his vision became a blur and his head span, making him lay back down again. 

[duval-comma-nicholas]

“Hey, careful..” Nick called as he saw the blond fall back into the sand. He jogged over, looking around a little before crouching next to him, not wanting to fully sit down in the wet sand and tide that was periodically washing up over his boots. “You okay?” He asked, hovering over the other cautiously, not really sure whether he should try to move him or wait until he was able to move himself in case there was something really wrong. 

[amarazolakingson]

Did we Crash? || F2F OPEN

[amarazolakingson]

Mercedes gave him a knowing nod. “Yeah I don’t really remember anything either, I mean i know I was on a plane… and I.” Her voice trailed as she tried to remember anything from the plane. “Yeah I just don’t remember anything either, but I am sure it will come back, at lease i hope it does.” She watched him for a moment then extended out her hand. “I’m Mercedes, its nice to meet you.”

[duval-comma-nicholas]

“I was working a job and then woke up on the beach a little ways from here..” Nick explained a bit absently, his head suddenly foggier than he had originally noticed. “I’m Nick, I guess it’s nice to meet you too, just wish the circumstances were better.” He greeted with a small shrug as he reached to shake her hand. 

[brutias]

“I suppose so…” Brody trailed off, trying to think of how or why he managed to survive when the current and the waves were just that strong. He was knocked out of his reverie, though, when Nick started to speak up once more, explaining that the last thing he remembered was working on a yacht. That had to be tough, he thought, and all he could do was purse his lips. He wasn’t exactly sure what he could do or say in this situation and instead he cleared his throat. “Furniture installation, huh? That’ll probably come in handy… All I can really do is lift stuff, milk stuff and tie stuff… Not exactly something that’ll help us live,” he offered with a half-chuckle before he moved to lean back against his hands. “I’m sorry you’re here, though… It… sucks.”

[duval-comma-nicholas]

Nick snapped out of his daze when he started to hear Brody speak again. “Oh, um, yeah. I’m a carpenter, mostly just furniture and craftsman type wood working though, I haven’t really done a lot of building so I’m not sure  how useful it’ll actually be for building shelters and things like that.” He explained before laughing a little. “Well someone’s got to be the muscle, right?” He suggested with a shrug. “Yeah, but we’ve got to make do with what we’ve been handed. There’s definitely worse places to be stranded than a tropical island.” Well, Nick assumed it was an island even though he hadn’t made his way all the way around it yet to be sure. 

[amarazolakingson]

Did we Crash? || F2F OPEN

[amarazolakingson]

She looked at him and shook her head with a soft smile. “Oh thank you for coming, but someone is finding me something to bandage it up.” She looked at him and accessed his injuries. he looked fine but you never know, someone could have internal issues. “Um but do you think you could uh help me sit up?” She extended her hand to his waiting for him to help. “So how are you feeling? Are you okay? Do you feel sick or anything?” She wanted help herself but she also wanted to make sure everything and everyone were okay.

[duval-comma-nicholas]

“Alright.” Nick agreed, putting his hands up as if in surrender before flicking the knife closed and returning it to his pocket. He nodded silently and grabbed her hand to pull her up before settling back on his heels. “Oh, me? I-uh, I wasn’t in the-um, yeah, yeah, I’m okay I guess. A little foggy but nothing too unmanageable.” He explained running his hand through the sand absently, not really knowing what to say or do since he couldn’t really think of anything he could do to help. 

[brutias]

He had a point… It was bound to be comforting to know you weren’t the only one on an island, even if the circumstances weren’t that great. “I…” Brody paused, trying to think of how he got there… and then everything came back to him. The explosion, the fire, the panic, the mayhem… Everything. “The cruise ship started sinking, and we all got on life rafts… The waves knocked me off of mine and the current sucked me in and under… Guess in the battle of man versus ocean, I lost…” he added humorlessly before he ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t really remember much else… I mean, I vaguely recall a really tall guy coming over to me, but I could’ve dreamed that.”

[duval-comma-nicholas]

Nick listened to the story, nodding along with it absently. “I guess you didn’t totally lose, otherwise you’d be dead.” He pointed out almost a little too casually for the seriousness of the situation. Nick paused and thought back to his own experiences. “I don’t really know how I got here.” He started to explained but stopped trying to string things together in his head. “I was doing a furniture installation on some yacht and next thing I knew I was waking up on the beach here. I guess I must have been drugged to have been out for the time it took to get here, wherever here is, all the way from Rhode Island but I don’t know who or why or any of that.” He said in just barely above a whisper, as if he was trying to recount it to himself more than to Brody.

[ofgvbrielas-blog]

Have You Ever Been So Lost | f2f

Kitty woke up with a start. Was she still on the plane? Flashes of what happened filled her mind. The plane crashing was the last thing that she remembered. Her head hurt like hell and she felt a sharp pain in her back. She groaned and rolled over to the side. “Rick?” she mumbled. Her vision was blurry and she couldn’t tell what was going on. She slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Is this some sweet dream?” Finally regaining a bit of her vision she looked around the area. It looked like she was on some beach. They couldn’t already be at the trip destination. They still had to land and then drive another four hours. After taking a few seconds to coordinate herself, the blonde stood up. She needed to find her co-staff or her five campers. She slowly made her way across the beach, using a hand to shield her eyes from the sun. Kitty felt tired and weak, in the strong need for water. Stumbling down the beach for at least a hundred feet before she decided that she couldn’t go on anymore. She was way too disoriented and weak to even try and figure out where she was. She stumbled over to the nearest palm tree and sat down. “Damn…” she mumbled, leaning against the trunk. Kitty closed her eyes for a few moments, hoping that the dizziness would subside. The sound of footsteps could be heard next to her and she quickly turned her head, hoping that it was one of her campers. She groaned loudly when the figure was unfamiliar to her. “Have you seen five teenagers? Three boys and two girls. Oh and I can’t forget my co-staff who looks like Zac Efron, hot damn.” Kitty’s eyes widened in fear and her small form trembled. “Please tell me you’ve seen them they’re my responsibility… My campers,” she pleaded with a look of utter terror on her features.

[duval-comma-nicholas]

Nick watched the small blond stumble to a stop a few meters from where he’d been observing the chaos of the aftermath of what seemed like a plane crash from the tree line. He looked around a little, scanning his surroundings carefully before heading over to see if she was okay. He cautiously sat down in front of her when she started talking to him. “Um, no, I don’t think I have, sorry.” He explained apprehensively, truly sorry that he had to deliver such bad news when she already seemed visibly shaken. “Uh, I’m Nick by the way, Nick Duval. Are-uh, are you okay otherwise? I mean, besides missing the people you were with obviously.”

[brutias]

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Brody stated, noting the other’s worry and concern. It was just a cough, he thought, but he could see how the other would be concerned… They were alone on an island, or at least… he thought they were. Someone else may have been there… But he wasn’t sure… he could’ve dreamed it. “Yeah,” Brody stated as he took Nick’s hand, only to chuckle lightly, his voice deeper than it normally would’ve been. “I’d say the same but… the circumstances aren’t that great, so forgive me if I don’t.” After shaking his hand, Brody let his gaze drop to his wet feet and he let out a groan. “Great… I couldn’t even get my shoes to get stranded with me.”

[duval-comma-nicholas]

Nick let out a small grunt of a laugh. “Yeah, I guess so but after walking around for a while and not really seeing any sign of life, finding another person is kind of comforting.” He explained solemnly. “Damn, that’s pretty shit luck. How did you get here anyways?” He asked, still unsure exactly how he’d gotten there himself but intrigued to know about Brody’s situation and hopeful that maybe it could help him to make his own connections. 

[brutias]

With the sun still in his eyes, Brody couldn’t help but still be a bit disoriented… Slipping in and out of consciousness did that to a person. Using his stiff arm to block the light, he glanced around to see someone sitting next to him and he cleared his throat. “Right…” he said, voice still hoarse and throat still raw from the saltwater that he had involuntarily ingested. Sitting upright, Brody coughed - only to pause and clutch at his chest. Fuck, that hurt. “Guess if we’re going to be stuck here, we might as well get to know one another… I’m Brody.”

[duval-comma-nicholas]

“You okay?” Nick asked with his brows furrowed at the sound of the other man’s cough. Nick was still not feeling 100% himself either after whatever had happened to him but he was luckily he didn’t have the injuries some of the other people he’d found did, just a bit of a headache and a gummy feeling in his mouth from what he could only assume was a long drug induced sleep. “I’m Nick.” He nodded, offering a hand to shake. “It’s nice to meet you Brody.” 

[brutias]

The first thing that Brody noticed as he slowly drifted back to consciousness was that it was unnaturally bright, even behind his eyelids. With a groan, he reached up to try and block out the light, only to notice that his arm was sore as he did it and the bed provided to him by the cruise ship was… soft, softer than it should’ve been… and his feet was getting continuously splashed with water.  “What the hell?” he murmured as his eyelids fluttered open, only to see that the sun was shining down on him and the gentle ebb and flow as the ocean as the waves crashed against the shore and hit his toes. “…Where the hell am I?”

[duval-comma-nicholas]

Nick had been walking around on the beach, trying to get accustomed to his new surrounding when he happened upon the other person. He quietly walked up next to the other and sat down in the sand, wrapping his arms around his knees. “I’m not really sure. An island somewhere obviously but that’s all I’ve got so far.” He laughed, pulling at the lightly tattered fabric of his work pants absently. 

[amarazolakingson]

Did we Crash? || F2F OPEN

Mercedes awoke with a pounding headache, running her hands over her head she wasn’t sure what was happening. She didn’t remember much, just that she was on a plane returning home from a conference. Her plane was grounded due to mechanical issues and she was rerouted to a flight that had a layover which she hated. But she had to get back home. Her ears were ringing and she knew she needed to open her eyes. Opening her eyes she found herself lying on a beach. She sat up feeling her body ache, what was going on where was she? Looking around she could see panic and mayhem. People freaking out and screaming for help. Did they crash? Is that what happened? She swallowed hard closing her eyes, willing herself not to freak out. She couldn’t afford to lose it. She was a professional after all.

Opening her eyes she tried to stand but felt an immediate pain shoot through her. Looking at her leg she noticed her pencil skirt was ripped past her thigh and she had a gash on her leg. Why hadn’t she noticed that before. Pulling off her suit jacket she glanced around her, maybe there was someone that could help or something she could put on her leg…her bag! She kept medical supplies in there in case she dealt with someone who liked to injure them self. But where was it. “Oh God help me please.” She prayed silently. She needed something to help her through all of this. Someone walked past her and she immediately looked towards them. “Hey! Please I am sorry to bother you, but can you help me please?

[duval-comma-nicholas]

Nick stumbled through the trees. He still didn’t know where he was or how he’d gotten there or how long he’d been asleep before he’d woken up on the beach but even after what felt like hours walking around in the woods his mouth still felt gummy like it had been a while. He suddenly started to hear chaotic voices from what seemed to be not far ahead. Nick quickened his pace and headed towards the noise. As he’d expected after not long he broke through the trees onto another section of beach. He stumbled a bit, trying to gain his footing in the sand as he assessed his new surrounding and adjusted his mind set that he was not alone. 

He paused when he heard the voice seeming to be directed at him and quickly turned to face the sound. “Oh, shit. yeah.” He stuttered moving closer before dropping to his knees and taking the sleeve of her discarded jacket. “May I?” He asked, his other hand moving to his pocket remembering that he had been on a job, he’s got to have some kind of tool on him. Sure enough the familiar feeling of the pocket knife that he kept on him just in case during installations was there. Nick pulled it out and flicked it open, ready to cut the sleeve to use as a bandage at her approval. 

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