Let's Play A Love Game (Alex)

[CATALINA RAINE]

Night.
It was when the deadliest hunters came out to search for their prey. That was why the lean and beautiful body of Catalina Raine was making her way through the trees of the forest. She was searching for some prey to bring back to the village and while hunting at night could be very dangerous, she wasn't afraid. While she hadn't been born on this island, she had been raised here and knew just as much as the next native born Islander. Plus it wasn't even one of the darker nights of the year with the moon almost completely full overhead and the stars shining down on the forest as there were no clouds in the sky to block the view.

A content smile spread across Cat's face as she continued to slink through the trees with soundless feet. Hunting was her best skill and she used it to her full advantage. She was always working harder than everyone else so she could prove that she belonged here and truly was a part of the Islanders tribe. There were of course those few that doubted her and would always make it clear how they felt. And she couldn't stand the feeling of being rejected. So, as hopeless as it might be, she was always doing anything she could to help the Islanders to show that she could do anything as well as they could.

When she finally reached the spot she was looking for, she paused and hooked her bow over her shoulder before grabbing a hold of a low hanging branch so that she could climb up into the tree. In a few quick and graceful steps, she was on a thick branch, covered by the canopy of leaves around her but she still had a straight view of the clearing a few feet away from the tree she rested in.

Remaining perched on the branch, her long brownish blonde hair fell down around her, reaching to almost the middle of her back while her light green eyes remained locked on her hunting ground, waiting patiently for a creature to make itself visible so she could easily and expertly take it down with her bow and arrows. The sounds of the forest was all that could be heard for quite some time as she waited, silent as the tree she sat in.

[ALEXANDER MALBEC]

Alexander Malbec


You want me to come over, I got and excuse,
Might be holding your hand, but I’m holding it lose,
Go to talk, then we choke it’s like our neck in a noose,
Avoid the obvious, we should be facing the truth...

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.xXx. [/color]Slowly, the man began to stir within his slumber; lip twitching with signs of awakening, eyes stirring beneath lightly closed eyelids. He shifted, adjusting to try and get more comfortable on the uncomfortable ground below, unwilling to wrench his eyes open to the light he knew would surround him, and yet, his attempts seemed in vain, as they were nowhere near successful. He inhaled deeply, his expression contorting into one of both frustration and discomfort, as his throat burned with the action; the obvious product of inhaling copious amounts of salt water. His lungs tightened and the man let out a dry, hacking cough, a rather unattractive action he hoped no one around would witness, before Alexander’s eyes snapped open abruptly, his body automatically hoisting him into a sitting position in order to support the cough.


He leaned forwards to run a hand over his face, tiredly, his entire body seeming to ache with each and every breath he took. The man blinked, once, twice, three times, all in attempt to correct his vision, but the world around him stayed dark. It felt like it was nearly six fucking o’clock in the morning, not sunset. The man scowled, taking a moment to look around him, eyes desperately scanning the area for some sort of life. Was he the only survivor? Alexander shifted in order to pull himself up to his feet, expression hardened, his shirt ripped and torn, as were his pants.

Nothing.

There was not a sound, not even a sign of any sort of life. It was rather... disturbing, to the man. He rolled his shoulders, wincing slightly at the pain it caused, before he picked up into a tired walk, towards the forest’s edge. He knew very well that he would need to build a shelter, start a fire... Surviving itself, in such an unfamiliar land would be more work then Alexander felt like doing, and yet, he walked off into the depths of the forest anyways, squaring his shoulders and beginning to push the foliage out of his way in order to do so. The light from the full moon reflected down through the branches above, leaving everything dappled with light, due to the branches above. Alexander didn’t pay much attention to such useless details, they were completely unneeded to the man, and instead kept on moving, eyes desperately searching for some place, any place, where he could begin building a shelter. The forest was so dense, it was hard to find enough space for a shelter, let alone a fire. The man’s brows furrowed slightly with the thought as he walked, though his entire body froze at the sound of a nearby branch snapping, the rustling of leaves soon following. Alexander cast a wary glance about him, and quickly walked towards the nearest, thinner tree, before using his weight and strength to snap off one of its larger branches; a sad way to protect himself, but at least it would provide him with a small sense of security.


It wasn’t a good twenty minutes later that Alexander pushed past a few, thick branches that he laid his stunningly light, blue eyes upon an open clearing. He immediately let out a small, relieved sigh, though didn’t bother to smile, as he was far too exhausted, and would rather not be seen smiling to himself like some sort of pathetic, mad moron. Only fools smiled when they felt a wee bit of joy; it was real men, that made the ones around them work for a smile, and wonder constantly whether they were happy, or entirely furious. Perhaps it was an odd view on things, but Alexander didn’t rightly give a shit, and was happy to call his thoughts his own. The man entered the clearing and gave an easy look around, his expression neutral, unmoving. The parts that could be seen of him, his face, neck, and arms, were full of smaller scratches and bruises, giving the man a father rough, brutish look to him. He relished in the fact, however, as it fit his personality rather well. It was at that thought, the man almost smirked, only before yet another tiny idea entered his mind, whipping away the possibility.

What if no women had survived?
Alexander may has well slaughter himself, right then and there.

Dear lord. The man walked over towards two closer trees, both with a fork in them about four or five feet tall, and wedges his little branch between each tree. Should he never come into contact with a woman again, surely he would encounter some problems. Alexander lived off of contact with women, he couldn’t be without them for the rest of his life. Fuck. The man made sure the stick was sturdy, being as it would be the support of his little lean-to shelter, before beginning to walk along the edges of the small clearing, snapping off thickly leaves branches with ease, and placing them on an angle against the horizontal branch. As he did so, he began convincing himself that he was absolutely mad for thinking that he wouldn’t come into contact with another female again. The thought was absurd. Absolutely absurd.

It’s the same old you, the same old me,
You get bored, and I get cold feet,
Get high, get wandering eyes,
Forget I’ve never, ever had it so sweet...

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Muse: Bleh, fail
Notes: Sorry this sucks. D; And I figured he entered the clearing she was watching, so she could be all OMFGSEXYMAN and go sneak up on her or whatnot. xD No idea, haha. But anyways, he's kinda being retarded. I'll get used to himm. xD[/size][/blockquote]

[CATALINA RAINE]

A sudden rustling sound reached Catalina's ears as she was watching the clearing from the tree branch she was perched on. Confusion crossed her features as she tried to think of what would be moving through the undergrowth so loudly in the middle of the night but couldn't think of any animal that would do such a thing, nor an Islander. It had to be one of the ship wreck victims that had been popping up on shore ever since a huge cruise ship went down off short a ways. An annoyed sigh escaped Cat's lips as she adjusted her position so she could get a better look at the person as they pushed through the last few branches that separated them from her clearing.

She wasn't sure what she was expecting to see but she definitely wasn't expecting a man as handsome as the one that had just appeared. Her brows raised a bit and she had to admit, she was pleasantly surprised. Her light green eyes watched the man carefully as he moved about the clearing, snapping off a branch here and then another one there. With her gaze not leaving his muscular form, she contemplated whether she should reveal herself or not and finally decided to do it. After all, he could end up dead a few days later if he didn't figure out how to survive on her beautiful yet deadly island so she might as well.

Rising up on her feet a bit, she made her way closer to the end of the tree branch, reaching behind her to pull her bow off of her shoulder, snagging an arrow from a hide bag on her back. It was a part of the few articles of clothing she was wearing which included a pair of bikini style bottoms and a bikini style top as well, all made by hand. She wore no shoes but did have a leather band wrapped around her upper right arm that she always wore.

As she made her way to the end of the branch, she paused, bow and arrow in her hand and a smirk on her face as she watched him, waiting for him to turn his back to his shelter before she would make an appearance, only to have him turn and come face to face with her and her bow. When he finally made his way back towards the pathetic looking shelter he was working on, she slipped soundlessly from the tree and standing up straight.

As soon as she was on her feet, her hands expertly thread the arrow in the bow and she pointed it at him, aiming right at his chest. The sly smirk remained on her face as she waited for him to turn around once again, her light green eyes filled with mischief. When he finally did turn back around, she tilted her head a bit so she could get a better view of him around her bow. She didn't say a word for a moment as her eyes looked him up and down with a smile still on her face before she finally spoke.

"You seemed to have stumbled into my hunting grounds." she stated simply, a bit of sarcasm to her voice as her sly smirk remained on her face, a sparkle of mischief still apparent in her eye as she watched him carefully, waiting for him to make the next move.