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 Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 11:10 am
Yvonne moves her hand when she had to, glad that the pain of moving stopped. "Th-Thanks...." She shuddered suddenly at the breeze. "Does anyone know...where we are...?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 11:12 am
"As far as I can tell, it's the middle of nowhere." Jackal said.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 11:14 am
She laughed. "Thank you for something that up." When he was done bandaging her, she stood with her hand on the plane. She looked around. "...It's gorgeous...."
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 11:16 am
"I'll say you are." Jackal realized she ment the island. "Um..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 11:20 am
Yvonne blushed a bright red and went over to a tree to look at the ocean. Everything looked peaceful. "...I wonder if...." She got out her cellphone. Sure, no one ver got service on an island after a crash, but always better to check. "Nothing...." She leaned on the tree. Well, that sucks....
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 11:21 am
Jackal followed her, apologizing perfusely for embarressing her.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 11:25 am
"You didn't....I was just...surprised...." She got out her sketchbook and opened it to a blank page. She started to draw the ocean.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 11:31 am
The sketchbook triggered Jackal's memory. He quickly ran into the recked plane and then ran out carrying a guitar case. He laid it in the sand and opened it. His guitar was perfectly intact, though it was probably sheer dumb luck. He pulled it out and started to play "Secrets".
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 11:44 am
Yvonne looked at him as he played the song. She smiled shyly and returned to her drawing, stopping when she saw something on the shore. She got up and went over to it. It was the plane's radio. How lucky was this crash? "Okay. Lets see if this thing works." She turned it on, and it worked. "Yes!...Where's the microphone?" Yvonne looked at the water, seeing the thing bobbing. "Oh. That's great. Oh, the gods hate us."
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 11:46 am
"They handed us entertainment at least." Jackal said, still playing.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 11:51 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 11:52 am
"I have my guitar, you your sketch book. And we have each other."
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 11:56 am
She blushed. "...At least we're alive...."
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 11:59 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 12:04 pm
Bored, Yvonne sat on the shore and let the waves splash over her feet and legs. "So, where where you heading?"
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