In all honesty, Yazmin Elsayed isn't sure how she's managing to hold herself together but Henry's the last person she wants to break down in front of. Even before the crash she was forced to deal with a hundred conflicting emotions. The thought of spending time with Henry again was the most daunting thing she had prepared for and even then she wasn't ready the second she saw him and his brother at their airport. There weren't words for how the sight of somebody so familiar, and so loved, felt like a stranger at the same time. It made her sick to her stomach.
She sits down on the jacket without complaining and starts to roll her torn and bloodied jean leg so it's above her knee. Yazmin didn't have to time to mull over how she feels about a compassionate gesture from Henry but it was welcomed. "It feels like something cut through my leg." She answers. It was blunt but it was to the point. "It doesn't feel like anything's in there if that's what you're asking. There are people worse off than me so if you can just rebandage it and I'll be out of your hair. " Although he deserves the harshness, Yazmin can't help but feel guilty, unlike him she wasn't a master of suppressing emotions and being heartless when needed - if there's one thing she'd have liked to have learned from him over the years it would have been that.
"Please. We both know the best outcome is that I'll get an uneven scar."
"That's good," Henry replied with a nod of his head. This would be more complicated if there was debris in the laceration. He'd washed it, of course, but given the limited supplies at his disposal, Henry had worried that something could have been left behind. Slowly, He knelt down, knees pressing against the ground as he watched Yazmin roll up the leg of her pants. He'd rifled through the supply kit and found himself a pair of gloves, as well as gauze and bandages. "I believe you, of course, but I'm going to prod around for a bit," he explained as he unwound the old bandages. "Tell me if it feels as if something's pinching or poking." Henry slid the gloves on, and with careful fingers, began to feel around the site being careful to avoid the wound itself. He rolled his eyes softly at Yazmin's declaration that there were people who were worse off, deigning not to respond. He'd promised professionalism, and it would hardly be professional to tell her that there were very few people in the world he cared about. Henry knew that it was his job to help, but given the choice between the people he valued and strangers, he'd choose his loved ones every time. That included Yazmin, even though she'd probably disagree.
"It could be worse," he replied simply. The injury didn't seem to need more than careful bandaging, and while he hated that she'd gotten injured in the first place, he was grateful for that seeing as he didn't have access to suturing materials, and he certainly didn't have supplies for anything more serious than that. With quick, efficient hands, Henry wrapped the fresh bandages around the wound making sure to give it the room it needed to breathe. "Just try to stay off of it." He huffed, one finger raised, "and before you interrupt, I know the group needs your help, but your healing is a bigger priority. There are a lot of people here who can help. We still don't know how long we'll be here. Last thing we need is for you to make this worse than it need be." Satisfied with his work, Henry cocked an eyebrow as Yazmin. It was probably wrong of him to request favors but she already believed him to have no morals. So, why start now? "Can you do that for me?"
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movies made this shit look so easy. but even just walking for this long after the weeks they'd all had was making scott want to collapse. the soil felt pretty soft and nice beneath his feet, after all. sweat dampened his brown hair. "am i hallucinating or does that... look house-shaped or whatever to you?" he said, pointing at a vague building-like figure in the distance. even the most optimistic of people, in this case probably him by a mile, had their limits. he was scared to hope now. but that looked like a building. it definitely did.
Simon had heard about these things -- mirages. They'd appear right when you needed them, when you were tired, and convinced that you couldn't take another step. Then boom! There it was: hope on the horizon. Only to trick into wandering around a bit more until you really couldn't take another step and you succumbed to the exhaustion. That had to be what was happening now, Simon thought, as he wiped sweat from his brow. "I think we're all exhausted," he replied. "That, and we want this island to be somewhere we can be safe for however long it takes to find us." Maybe he was being pessimistic. Maybe it was the exhaustion and the overwhelming need to be home that was speaking. "Even if it is, I'm choosing to believe that it's falling apart and not big enough to fit us all until it proves otherwise."
Henry had always been a born leader. At least, that was what he'd been led to believe, but as he surveyed the lay of the beach, Henry thought differently. He should've paid more attention to those survival tips in boys scouts, he berated himself. Or, at least, not scoffed when the end of days folks predicted that the world would end at the turn of the century. Not that anyone ever really expected to find themselves marooned on an island. "It's been a month," he huffed, "when do we stop hoping and start admitting to ourselves that we need more permanent structures? An actual society, even? Before we all descend into madness a la Lord of the Flies."
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Amie hated just sitting on the beach for a month. Really, what was she to do? There was some trading of resources, she got to read a random book someone had brought along but already finished themself. But she didn't have the skills to help in any large way that the group needed. She couldn't hunt, she couldn't fish, she didn't know how to make food over an open fire, she didn't even pack clothes that would allow her to safely walk through much of the jungle and explore, so she mostly just sat at the beach. Boring.
When there was a suggestion for expeditions, she happily volunteered to go on one. But she couldn't go with the one group into the jungle -- again, she did not have proper clothes. So she chose the other one. The smoke would be interesting to investigate, she guesses. At least it's something to do after a month of doing nothing and just waiting to be rescued. And that idea of being rescued seems less and less realistic as the days go on.
Now, they were walking. And it seemed to be going on forever, and she was tired. Totally exasperated and exhausted, she let out some kind of mixture between a yawn and a sigh, before just asking aloud, "How much longer do you think we have to go?"
Simon couldn't remember the last time he'd actually struggled at anything. Growing up, playing football had come easily to him -- it was what both of his parents had done; in fact, the was pretty sure that he'd learned to kick a ball around before he could run. There were old photos of him barely two feet tall with a ball at his feet. So, naturally, he'd devoted his life to the beautiful game. There had been moments in his career that had felt like a struggle, but true struggle... it had to have been years since Simon had really had to try to do something.
Then the crash had happened and life became a perpetual struggle. At first, Simon had thought that they'd surely be rescued soon. There had to be continuous media attention for a missing plane and its passengers, but a month had since passed and no sign of rescue had come. So, when the group had decided that it was time to explore the island, he'd readily volunteered.
"I guess until we hit something," Simon said, glancing over at his teammate. "Honestly, I was expecting more from this place, but so far, it's been pretty tame."
CHARLES MICHAEL DAVIS // have you seen SIMON JAMES around the crash site? we’re trying to make sure they’re still alive after the crash! according to the manifesto HE/HIM is a 37 year old CIS MAN**. i hear they’re known being a RETIRED FOOTBALLER. SIMON is also known to be ENERGETIC yet also FICKLE at times. we have a couple questions for SIMON when we find HIM, we heard something about a secret they might have? such as SIMON HAS BEEN IN A SECRET RELATIONSHIP WITH ANOTHER PLAYER FOR THE LAST YEAR!
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 …
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: simon james
𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒): si
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: March 03
𝐀𝐆𝐄: 37 years old
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: cisgender man
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: he/him
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: biromantic
𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: bisexual
𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: right
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍: none
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒: various scars from previous injuries, all healed, nothing notable.
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Simon had always known that he was meant for great things. He’d heard it so many times that the refrain felt as if it was imprinted on his soul. As a child, playing for his local club’s youth team, the word prodigy had been thrown around, unsurprisingly seeing as both of his parents had played professionally throughout their 20s, before retiring, marrying, and moving to LA.
As he grew, the questions continued -- would Simon follow in his parents' footsteps? Would he play for their old clubs or would he carve out a path completely his own, outside of their shadows?
It should've come as no surprise, then, when Simon was signed to EPL club, Arsenal FC. The club had gained a reputation of scouting and signing youngsters, and had been his father's club throughout his childhood and professional career.
Unfortunately, Simon quickly gained two reputations – one, on the pitch for being difficult to work with and one off the pitch for being a playboy. He was often carded and benched for making too many rough tackles or for arguing with other players and referees. Even more frequently, he was photographed partying or with some new presumed lover. As much as Simon achieved in his career, the span of it was marred by hints of scandals.
At the end of the 1999 season, Simon made the decision to retire. This flight was intended to be a celebration of a parting of ways with the sport he'd given so much of his life to. That, and a getaway with the person he's been secretly dating for the last year... So much far a vacation.
Anxiety is hardly anything new to Sümeyye, but that did little to soothe the nerves that currently filled her belly. Both groups that had set out had been gone for over a day, with nothing to signal their return any time soon, or even the fact that they were still alive. While Sümeyye had chosen to remain at the beach, something she couldn't bring herself to regret, the longer they waited the more anxious she became. She paced the sand back and forth, arms crossed against her chest as the sun began to set in the distance. Another day gone. How long was it suppose to take?
With a huff, she abruptly switched course from her pacing, instead choosing to drop herself onto a nearby log that had been situated by the camp fire. Only a moment of silence passed though, before the Turkish native found herself speaking. "Do you think it's safe?" Her attention turns to the person closest to her, eager for some kind of mollifying response. "Out there." She gestured vaguely to the island around them. "They're alright, aren't they?"
When the groups had formed, Henry had considered one of the expeditions, but ultimately, he'd opted to remain on the beach. He'd reasoned that his skills would best be served there, should members of either group return in desperate need of medical attention. So far, the groups hadn't managed to return, and though Hal himself wasn't worried, others around him grew increasingly so as more time passed.
"It's only been one day," he replied, glancing over a shoulder at his groupmate. "I don't think any of us can speak to the safety of this place, let alone the expeditions. It's not like any of us have had the opportunity to research this place." He paused for a second, glancing around him. "Though I doubt this place is in any encyclopedia," he continued. "I'm sure they'll be okay... and if they're not, we'll deal with it."
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The question stopped Alejandro in his tracks. "I uh..." He stammered, words catching in his throat. How could he explain what he was doing so close to the wreck without sounding superficial? "I was actually looking for my luggage," he finally replied, one hand reaching up to tug at a curl. "I got bored." That admission sounded ridiculous, he knew. Who could possibly get bored under these circumstances? "And was hoping that I'd find my gameboy. Sorry if I disturbed you."
A few days had passed and while the initial feelings that had flared in the aftermath of their crash had died down, Alejandro was still finding it difficult to settle into a rhythm. "How long do you think it'll be 'til we're back home," he asked. He was restless and out of sorts. Realizing that he didn't have very many skills to offer in comparison to everyone else hadn't really helped either. "I just don't want my dog thinking I abandoned him."
There are many things going through Yazmin's head as she sits on the sidelines. The pain from her leg caused her to take a reluctant break from gathering but even now, as she's supposed to be resting, she's thinking of ways to organise for the group. And she's thinking of Henry. Among the myriad of complicated feelings she has for him, she can't fault his willingness to help and she can't begin to imagine how incredibly frustrating it must be for him not to be able to do more too.
Then again, she always cared a little too much, didn't she?
All because she's quick to admire what he's doing doesn't mean the sight of him doesn't force her to grit her teeth yet again. Even on the island, even after crashing, there were many snarky things on the tip of her tongue she'd love to say but instead she stays silent. She doesn't look his way either. By all accounts it would look like she's ignoring his presence if it wasn't for the squint of her brow showing she's displeased.
After a few seconds Yazmin meets his line of sight and offers her hand so she can be pulled up. "Just to be clear, I'm only agreeing so you can check my leg." She finally says. "I don't want your shelter and I don't want your small talk."
It was obvious that she wanted nothing to do with him. Had things gone according to plan, they would've attended the wedding, played nice for their friends -- most of whom still believed them to be happily together -- and returned home to never see one another. As it was, Henry hadn't heard from Yazmin in the weeks leading up to their expected vacation. Not that he could blame her, of course. If this situation they now found themselves in was any less dire, Henry would've almost been amused by how it all had worked out -- going from not speaking to reliant on one another. It was clear, though, that even now, Yazmin wouldn't allow herself to rely on him.
Henry wouldn't allow that to deter him. All of his life he'd been the kind of man to walk through barriers with his chin raised as if said barriers simply didn't exist. This was just one such barrier. "Of course," he agreed, taking her hand and flashing her a half smile. "No shelter, and no small talk. Just doctor patient stuff. We'll keep it strictly professional." He ushered her over to the small makeshift shelter he'd built -- he'd never been a boy scout or camped as a child, but it seemed sturdy enough -- and motioned at the ground. He'd cleared a spot and laid out his jacket so that she could sit. "I found some emergency first aid supplies. We'll use the bandages in that. Hopefully, we'll be back home before they run out, but if not, we'll have to resort to using clothes. The main thing is to keep it clean so you don't develop an infection." Henry waited for her to show him the injury before he continued. "How's it feeling?"
"Look at her," Josie exclaimed in an excited whisper, holding out their arm as she allowed the green tree python she found to curl around her arm. She watched in fascination, careful not to move to much as she didn't want to startle the snake. Fortunately, Sprinkles was elsewhere at the moment, so she was able to take advantage and explore the island some. "Isn't she beautiful? Oh! I promise she won't bite, these are harmless!"
"Did you just..." Henry's gaze drifted over to the animal in question, pausing midsentence as he attempted to regain his composure, "...find that here," he asked, somewhat incredulous. He hadn't had time to explore the island much less any time to make friends of the local flora and fauna, and couldn't imagine that anyone else had.
"That was the first plane I'd ever been on... I was always too scared to fly before this... ironic, isn't it?" Sitting on top of her mangled suitcase, back against a tree, Charlie stared at the still smoldering wreckage and gave a deep chested sigh as she cradled her new relocated arm in her lap and tugged her sweater tighter around herself. "I've never spent a night away from home, before..." Voice growing more quiet with each word, her eyes lifted to the sky above them. "Bet there's gunna be so many stars, though..."
That was .... sad. Alejandro couldn't think of another word for the overwhelming rush he felt at her confession. This was a heck of a first experience. "I'd say don't let this change how you feel about flying but I'd be lying," he admitted quietly. "Pretty sure I'm done with the whole thing. Traveling by foot from now on. If we ever get back home, that is." He was exaggerating about walking everywhere, of course, but this experience was enough to make him believe in his statement. "Yeah, guess as far as silver linings go, that's a nice one."
While Alejandro is usually the kind of person who carefully packs his luggage, he found packing for this particular trip quite difficult. No surprise there as it was more a trip that he was dreading than looking forward to. So, what resulted was a chaotic flurry of throwing random pieces of clothes (mostly shorts, tank tops, and swim trunks) into a duffle bag. As he was on vacation and expected to spend the majority of his time in swim trunks, Alejandro didn't pack a suitcase. Instead, the items in his carry on are all he's brought with him. They include -- books (a few copies of the newest Animorphs and the first issue of the Fruits Basket manga -- as he's not working, he's very serious about only reading leisurely books and has been keeping up with the Animorphs series for years), a disposable camera, his art supplies (mostly pencils and his notebook), and his pikachu pillow, for which he's incredibly grateful as it's his one source of comfort on the island. He happens to be wearing jeans, a striped polo, sunglasses, and has brought along a hoodie just in case. He's also brought along various toiletries and hair supples -- these curls can't be expected to fix themselves -- as well as his glasses, which thankfully survived the ordeal.
featured in the above graphic are some of the more important things that he's brought along with him, both in his carryon, luggage, and on his person.
Henry is currently wearing slacks, a plain t-shirt, a cardigan, the led zeppelin cap featured in the graphic, a watch (now waterlogged), as well as tennis shoes for comfort considering the length of the flight. He's brought along an issue of TIME magazine for light reading. In his carry-on, Henry brought along a change of clothing (jeans, two t-shirts), his travel stethoscope (a habit inherited from his parents), his CD player and led zeppelin CD, and various small toiletry items. Perhaps the most expensive item in his carry-on is the engagement ring he'd bought for Yazmin months ago and has since had on his person at all times in hopes that the opportunity to apologize and propose would present itself.
Packed in his luggage is: a full shaving kit (some of which has been damaged and/or lost), his suit and dress shoes for the wedding in which he was supposed to function as the best man, and more changes of clothes both dress and leisurely.
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