I devise my own demise ||CRIS

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Blayce did not like the wilderness.

No, he much preferred human civilization, with people to entertain him. People, after all, were so much more amusing than mere animals - they could be attracted, fooled, played with. Animals, on the other hand, couldn't even talk - and what fun was there in that?

Which brought him to why he was here, in this wilderness. He was looking at the terrain, wondering what he could find for a shelter. He was not very well suited for this. He had thought that once inside he would find some willing person and just get information from them - that was something he was quite good at - but once there he had found nothing. No civilization. And it was starting to drive him crazy.

He looked around a bit more, without having any idea of what he was looking for. The land did not hold an appeal to her, and neither did the trees and animals around. And if there was any intelligent life around there, it stayed away from him.

There was no sign of any other survivors from the ship, Blayce had been searching the shore for an hour, finally admitting the fact that he was alone. He had met another woman, though he was certain she wasn't a straggler. What was her name again? Blayce couldn't possibly remember, with his lifelong inability to remember names. For many years Blayce had been forgetful, a problem to solve. Many years later, Blayce was still forgetful.

Coming to terms with the fact that everything about that woman was a blur to him, he turned around. He was deep in the forest now, surrounded by trees and wildlife. He felt that he needed to return to the coast, but he didn't know the way. Looking around and taking everything in, Blayce stumbled over to a large part of grass and lied down. His leg was quite fine now, though it hurt him once in a while. However, the bleeding had stopped and he could stand up and move now.

Blayce could hear movement around him. Was it an animal? He couldn't tell. However, the pace seemed human- like. At the idea of another human around him, he stood up in a second and looked around longingly. Perhaps he wasn't alone, after all.

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[CRISSATHA ISOBEL PANDORA]

It had taken far too much time and effort for Crissatha Pandora to get her black leopard to stay put in her house with her best friend who was practically a father to the “cub” that was no longer a cub now anyway. Chii was far too attached to her, it made it way too hard for her to slip out when she wanted to. And right now, she would prefer to have some time alone to herself. Just a little bit of time to think about things, it was necessary to have those times right? Right. Cris thought so at least.

She stopped outside her door, checking to make sure she had everything, include two sharp knives hidden on her person just in case her walk turned into more of a hunting expedition. It could sometimes, but not often. Cris wasn’t a hunter by nature. No, that was how she had almost gotten herself killed when she had first ran off into the forest after all. She had slowly made herself so weak from not eating meat that she had nearly died. She let her friend handle the hunting, and only did it when she had to. Which was rare.

No, she just wanted to think. She slipped off into the forest without a second thought, not afraid of it as some others could be because she had spent time in here before. She shook her head and delved out into the forest without a second thought, her thoughts racing before she even hit into the shadows and the cover of the trees. She wasn’t thinking about where she was going, she had no destination in mind, she was simply wandering about in the forest and allowing herself to think about…just about anything that popped into her head, honestly.

Like the fact that the castaways were now on the island. She snickered a bit at that thought. They had the tribal leader in such a fucking tizzy it was almost funny to watch. It would have been funnier if it meant he hadn’t come up with damn rules about it. Rules that Cris very well did not intend to listen to at all. She never listened to the rules, so why should she start now? She found the castaways interesting. They were something new in this place that never seemed to change. Something about them was amusing to the young woman.

So no, she didn’t intend to follow the rules. But since when did she ever bother to follow the rules? Never, that was when. They had cast her off, they couldn’t expect her to follow along with what they wanted from her. She intended to check out these so called trouble makers and see what the big fuss was about. She had already met one after all, and he had seemed interesting enough to her, if a bit odd. Though she was willing to bet that that had just been him, and not the norm. Though she wouldn’t mind if it were.

Cris was always on the lookout of something new and interesting.

She realized that she ahd come to the very edge of a clearing in the forest without even thinking about it. And once she got there, to the edge, she paused. Because someone else was in there. And speak of the devil. She smirked a little bit. There was a castaway now. Laying in the middle of the forest where just about anything or anyone could do him harm. Like she had been thinking earlier, this could easily be very interesting to her.

She paused when he seemed to hear her, when he seemed to stand. Hmm, perhaps not so unaware of his surroundings after all if he heard her and she was careful not to make any noise as she moved. She didn’t think to put a hand on a knife, she wasn’t afraid for her life. All the same ,she did not step into the light and reveal herself to this man. No. Instead she waited out here on the edges, just out of the line of sight hopefully, to wait and see what he would do about it.

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Blayce's head continued to throb painfully, like hot needles drilling into his skull. In fact, the pain was making it difficult to really take in much of anything that was happening. He suspected that he might have had a concussion; after all, Blayce had sustained a deep gash just above his right eye while the boat was sinking. He remembered being thrown out of his chair and vaguely remembered the incredible pain of his head colliding with something hard and metallic. The gash had bled for most of the morning, until he was able to staunch it properly with a large piece of cloth. For now, he was determined not to fall asleep, just in case his suspicions about the concussion proved to be correct.

He brought his free hand up to his temple to massage his forehead, hoping feebly that it would dull the pain. He searched his clothes and with a smile we brought out of his pockets his water-resistant lighter and some cigarettes. Checking them out, he threw all of them on the ground save one. Only one cigarette had survived the fact that he had been swimming with them inside his pockets for a lot of time. He brought his other hand, the hand holding the cigarette, up to his mouth, lit it and began to slowly inhale. Then a voice in his head, a sweet flirtatious voice that was so familiar to him, reminded him that cigarettes used to give him headaches, too.”You better put out that light, Blaycey.” The girl¢s voice said, ”You know it makes you sick.” He exhaled quickly and choked a few times. He blinked, cursed and sighed. And with that, he threw the cigarette into the sand, extinguishing the tiny flame at the tip of the long, white tube.
It had been hours since the ship sank and yet there hadn¢t been any sign of a search party. Surely the coastguard or the airline was looking for the ship; after all, they definitely would have noticed that it never arrived in its destination. Blayce couldn¢t figure what the hell was going on. Why on earth hadn¢t they sent a search party yet?

He turned around, glancing left and right in hopes of another survivor. It would be nice to know that he wasn¢t going to be alone. ”Hello? Is anybody out there? Please, show yourself!” he said, almost begging.

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