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The island wasn't safe, she was well aware of this fact. It was even less safe now that they'd gotten their hands on a native hostage. They had to have noticed her missing by now, to not notice that one of their members was missing would indicate severe lack of organization on their part. They'd be out for blood, which made the forest a dangerous place, and the river even more dangerous. It was the only one on the island, the only source of fresh water, which meant they had to share it with the natives. The chances of running into a native at the river were ten times higher than anywhere else. But she needed to get away from things. The prisoner drove her nuts, trying to act all cutesy and innocent. Damien and his protectiveness was getting to her, beginning to smother her. Casey was the kid who looked into the eyes of danger and giggled.
Of course, that was going to get her killed some day. If something like childbirth didn't kill her first. That was a haunting thought- her mother had died in childbirth, on her second child. What if Casey was due to walk the same path as her mother? She gave her head a small shake, splashing a cupped handful of water over her face. It was an irrational thought, and something she wouldn't even have to worry about for another eight months or so. While eight months was a long time, it really wasn't when you looked at it in perspective, most people on the island had years left. And then there was that dream she'd had about her brother, couldn't quite shake the feeling that he was dead. Why did she suddenly care so much?
She'd abandoned him, of course she had her reasoning for that. Most of their father's violence was directed towards Casey, unless Matthew stepped in. If she wasn't there, maybe he wouldn't be so damned angry. Maybe Matthew and their father could finally have that father son relationship that she knew he'd always desired, though he'd never said anything about it. In short, the feeling of being a burden had never sat well with Casey. That was primarily why she'd left. Sighing softly, she wrapped her arms protectively around her stomach, not even sure why she was thinking about any of this. It had happened years ago. Hell, her brother probably didn't even remember her, if he was alive still. Picking up a small rock, she pelted it into the water, watching it's bubbly trail as it landed in the bottom.
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« Reply #1 on Jul 22, 2009, 7:31pm » | |
The island was peaceful. Approximately two days ago, he readily accepted this isolated punishment without resistance and denial. Whatever he had done resulting in him being shipped here, it must have been quite disastrous. Perhaps he was one of those serial killers stalking innocent virgins with a butcher knife or saw in hand. Maybe even some hormone-raging pedophile, planning to kidnap all the little girls in the neighborhood into his abode. More or less, just another hopeful American bidding his time until a 'hole' opened up and commit treachery! And all those 'careers' made him cringe; cringe in complete and utter distaste. His right hand, in the form of a fist, uncurled as he tossed clumps of dirt at a random tree.
"Trees, water, dirt, shade, and other delinquents; all the proper resources for a natural home," said Matthew Wilson, stopping at the base of the tree. Specks of dirt remained on its solid bark foundation, others sliding down the grooves and chasing ants into submission. Quiet, tranquil atmosphere permeating the forest. In the distance, the soft and unspoken water flowed down… or upstream, gently arousing one to bathe! Without soap, simply water, Matt would have to find some alternative mean to keep clean and, well, approachable.
Wiping off his hands covered in dirt, he continued along a unpaved trail that would eventually lead him to the river. Right from the boat, he felt stained with remnants of not taking a shower days ago. He had high self-esteem, but even the most confident person had trouble under layers of filth. However, it could benefit him effectively; no one would dare touch him. He thought about this, laying his chin on his cupped hand. “Even so,” he proclaimed, resuming his pace toward the river.
What a scene! Matthew had never before beheld such a spectacle! The freefall of water, unsurpressed by society. Its antics as cliché’ as fapping teenagers and smoking bobbies on corners and in burning beds. Yet enjoyable by all and hated by few. He stopped behind a tree, on the edge of the forest. The simplistic beauty mezmerised him. A bright smile spread across his handsome face, those sandy brown locks of his blowing carelessly in the wind.
He squatted and retrieved a rock, standing erect as the rock bounced up and down on his right palm. “I can remember… skipping rocks as a hobby,” recalled Matt, seemingly daydreaming about the hazy past. While doing so, he tossed the rock with an accurate flick of his wrist. Amazingly, but predictable for himself, the rock skipped four times before sinking to the river bed. This added a bit of self-confidence, continuing this process until he wore himself out.Little did he know, as the fun increased, his cover from behind the tree would be blown. That is, if the random water ‘popping’ did not alert another presence already.
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« Reply #2 on Jul 31, 2009, 11:07pm » | |
Wandering along the side of the river, she was very tempted to jump in. Something held her back though. If she was in the water, it would be easier for her to be ambushed. Part of her didn't care much. She froze in mid step though as she heard a small splash. It hadn't been her, she hadn't thrown a rock since her first one down the river. Glancing at the river ahead, she spotted four ripples, as though either four rocks had been thrown, or one rock had been skipped across the water. She frowned slightly.
Her brother had always been fantastic at skipping rocks. Casey had never quite seen the point, the rocks went to the bottom anyway, why skip them when you could try and throw them as far as possible. Or, better yet, get a big one and drop it in the river and soak everyone. Needless to say, their father hadn't taken them out much, especially not to places with water. Even before Casey could swim she'd always wanted to be in the water. She didn't even remember how many times her brother had had to pull her out of a river, because her father was too busy tripping out on acid or something.
Spotting the figure of a male, she looked him over closely from where she was hidden behind the bushes. He looked like a delinquent, which was ten times better than him being a native. However she was still weary of his presence. Not wanting to disturb his rock skipping, she moved around him, intent on getting past him and continuing up the river like nothing had happened. Of course fate had other plans for her. She was almost past him when the ground gave out underneath her. Plummeting a good ten feet down, she landed hard at the bottom of a pit, clearly a native trap.
Cursing angrily, she got to her feet, fighting against the sting of tears, caused by pain and frustration. She managed to keep them at bay, taking everything out with that mouth of hers. She could curse worse than a gangster sailor if she set her mind to it.
"Hey! Rock Skipper! Little help?" she shouted, hoping he was still there.
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« Reply #3 on Aug 1, 2009, 11:13am » | |
Each rock and pebble and stone he flung into the water descended haplessly to the dark depths. Just like his life: dark. Many times had he heard others speak on their past, how it shaped them for the present, ultimately changing their perspective for the future. Then his turn came about, though he always drew blanks from suffering amnesia. He did not believe it; did not even consider it! But everyone had a past, terrible or joyous. Why couldn't he remember what happened before arriving on the island? Or at least, why the government decided to ship him off here? The answers no longer mattered. His future had been predetermined before putting the pieces together. Consequently, unknown to Matt, this drew him further and further away from his answers.
Then skipping rocks were disturbed by a sudden and unexpected noise behind him. He stopped picking up rocks and stones and pebbles, turned around, and saw no one or nothing that could have caused the noise. There were bushes and shrubs and trees someone could hide within, as if Matt posed as a dangerous fellow. But who could blame themselves? Matthew being a tall and strong fellow, plus, on an island with other delinquents, he would fit perfectly. Nonetheless, before he could return promptly to his hobby, a voice echoed from behind a few bushes or shrubs. Curiosity filled him as he dropped the projectiles and followed the voice of a damsel in distress, as the movies viewed females needing rescue.
Matthew pushed aside a few bushes or shrubs. The voice seemed to come this way, or maybe that way. Then he came to an abrupt halt. Before his presence, a man-made hole dug deep where the damsel in distress was trapped. Pressing both knees and palms against the dirt, his head poked over the hole's entrance and revealed there was a female standing at the bottom. Her grave, apparently. He waved politely, obviously absent-minded of the danger she was facing. "Little help? I think you mean a major overhaul, eh? How did you find your way into one of these?" Questioned Matt, laying on the ground now with arms folded and underneath his chin. A smile spread across his face, loving the fact he witnessed this type of trap in action.
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« Reply #4 on Aug 1, 2009, 1:09pm » | |
Casey could hear him coming before she saw him, and she smiled slightly. Unless he was just coming to watch, there was hope of her getting out of the trap before some native came along and took her as a prisoner. She frowned slightly at the thought, but hey, at least if she got taken prisoner by the natives, she wouldn't have to worry about where Aiden was anymore. Watching as a head popped up over the edge of a hole, she looked him over curiously. That face, it looked far too familiar to be comfortable. But it was a good kind of familiar.
While she was ogling about how familiar he looked, he was saying something. She barely caught the words that came out of his mouth.
"Yeah, maybe major overhaul would be better suited to this situation," she commented, slightly thrown off by his question of how she had gotten her way into this. Wasn't it obvious?
"Oh, y'know, I like to set off traps, barely escaping them, and then I jump in after just to see if any rock skippers will come to my rescue," she explained sarcastically.
And then it hit her, why he looked so familiar. He looked like an older version of her brother. But he hadn't seemed the least surprised to see her. Maybe it wasn't her brother, after all, Casey hadn't changed much, and even if she had, very few people had eyes like hers. Watching him as he laid on the ground, his chin resting on his folded hands, she relaxed a little. At least he wasn't going to take off. Sitting with her back against the wall of her hole, she looked up at him, still unable to shake that feeling.
"You look like a Matthew," she stated curiously.
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« Reply #5 on Aug 4, 2009, 11:56am » | |
Matthew laid silently just outside the deep hole, observing the young girl at the bottom with brimming confusion and excitement. Unlike most guys, relationships and sex rarely entered his mind with females. His disposition of being touched was the cause. But being by a female's side, their right-hand companion, their loyal and trustworthy friend to the end felt wonderful. But Matt felt a difference with this young lady. Familiarity? He would proportionate it that large. That face. Witty and sarcastic comments. Only two features he pieced together. His brain - no - his memory from the past was a puzzle, 100 or 1000 pieces or so. The epistemological past that laid dormant in his subconscious would slowly piece itself together, with pieces of the puzzle revealing themselves.
But his traumatized personality acted as a militate, mitigating those rushed feelings and emotions from the past. And left him a puzzled mess. So here he laid, considering whether he knew this female, but not with an earnest mind and heart. It was step one. "What if a rock skipper doesn't come along? What about a tree climber... or hugger?" Matthew added, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Whatever the case, sometimes holes don't have soft landings. Spikes. Clubs. Water infested with piranhas. The works, ya'." He rambled on, disregarding her sarcasm with intellect from entertainment.
Then, it hit him. The reason he was over here talking with her was because she needed assistance out. He considered reaching out, a sign that staying in this hole any longer might attract worms and other foul creatures. That's when another piece of the puzzle revealed itself. "I am a Matthew, how did you know?" Matthew questioned, eying her suspiciously. From what he could recall, he never mentioned his name nor anything that could have resorted to guessing. Was it something else?
[ ooc; this post is fail. my muse really has not been up to par lately. ]
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« Reply #6 on Aug 16, 2009, 11:52pm » | |
"A tree climber wouldn't be bad, a tree hugger though, I'd be fucking screwed if one of those came along while I was sitting at the bottom of a hole. I know traps can sometimes have horrible things at the bottoms, that's why I set them off and barely escape them first, THEN jump in and hope someone comes along to save my ass. Although, I don't think the natives think far enough ahead to put things in the bottom of traps. They seem more like the type to trap and hold hostage," she said, a flicker of uncertainty shadowing her features for a moment. Thinking of Aiden made sitting in the hole a far more unpleasant experience.
The look of curiosity deepened as he spoke, confirming that he was indeed a Matthew. Of course, now he looked suspicious, and she didn't want to scare him off. But if he was the Matthew she thought he was, why the hell hadn't he recognized her?
"You look like a Matthew who lost his mother giving birth to his younger sister, who grew up with an abusive father, who's sister ran out on him when he was eleven years old, leaving him to deal with said abusive father," she ventured. She was well aware she was putting herself out on the limb here.
If it wasn't him, he could very easily take offence to something like that. Maybe his father was captain of the kids baseball league or something. Although, if it was him, she wasn't expecting much. If it was him, and he figured out who she was, she wouldn't blame him for walking away. Hell, she deserved it, she'd walked out on him.
"But that's just my guess," she added.
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« Reply #7 on Aug 18, 2009, 11:15am » | |
"Oh, so that's your game. Well like I said before, it isn't very much safe. Ever heard of being eaten alive? Worms and maggots and beetles do get carnivorous, hm," Matthew mentioned, nodding his head twice. She stated natives, a term he took as those who were the original and uncivilized people on this island. Apparently they did not have much hospitality if creating traps to catch wary juvenile delinquents was their hobby. So he had to keep watch for unruly dressed people, male and female, and defend himself accordingly if need be. "Natives are people who were here first? That's a bit inconvenient, seeing as they have weapons and numbers and all," he said, probably stating the obvious. Then another thought hit him. "Hey, I gave you my name, what's yours?"
Then she rambled on about how this Matthew she knew went through a very tragic life. It did not take long for him to know he wasn't her guy. But it did make him question this tragic past deeply. He couldn't remember his own. Perhaps she had answers. Or perhaps she was lying. Brainwashing him into believing the past she spoke and turn him into something he did not desire to become. "A good guess, but no beans. Now," he got on his knees and slid further into the hole, being cautious to make sure he did not fall in. "Grab my hand. Talking to a girl trapped in a hole isn't my kind of conversation setting." He extended his right hand, opening and closing it a couple times.
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