An Existence...{open}

[Fuse]

Condition: Soaked
Mood: Scared and Curious

There wasn't much to think about as no one had a thought. Their minds were lost to the waves as it created an almost eerie nothing.

The urge to see, speak, listen and breathe all sprung on her as she first touched the dry sand. She couldn't help but flip over onto her stomach and cough up the water that invaded her body. Coughs turned into gasps as she started to remember how to breathe and its importance. Crawling up onto land her thoughts of escape from the suffocating substance changed to confusion. Waves now only hit her boots as her eyes narrowed.


"Where am I?" Before this moment she swore she was... was... She didn't remember. There was nothing there but empty space and knowledge of what she was doing right now. The words on her tongue had to be a mistake because until right now she had never thought them or spoke them to anyone.

Anyone? Are there others? She bolted up right pulling her legs a bit closer and pushing off the flip onto her wet bottom to stare out into the ocean. She didn't make a sound but her eyes widened as she looked out to see the silhouettes of hundreds of others. Where ever she was she had escape some sort of death. It looked as if thousands had died but it never hurt to be the lucky one. Died? For a moment she didn't know what the word was. It clawed back into her mind as she realized she almost didn't exist.

Her body shook as she pushed up and onto her feet. The water seemed darker and full of the fear now while she gazed out. Did exist mean that much to her if the thought of not having it scared her so much?

[Rue]

Week 1
exhausted

As the waves push and pull the small body through the water, the young girl fights for her life to escape the clutches of this evil ocean. Struggling to swim out to the surface of the water, but no such luck. Before she even realizes, a deep heavy pain over her chest consumes her. Her thoughts flee and sensations go numb as she slips into a blank state of mind.

Finally she comes to, now resting on the warm sand of a beach. A harsh pain chokes the girl as she ferociously starts to cough and vomit water from her lungs and stomach. She's tired, confused and lifeless as she ignores her surroundings to close her eyes and rest. As she slowly slips into sleep she feels the slash of the coming wave from the sea. In fear of being pulled back into the ocean, the young girl quickly starts to crawl away from the empty blue.

Wet and covered in sand, the girl lost her will to rest any further. She slowly tries to stand on to her feet, though she keeps falling down to her knees. In the sand on all fours, the girl looks around to notice she's on an a large beach, half surrounded by the sea. Sick of the sight of the salty body of water, she looks else where, hoping she's not alone. Spotting a person standing for far from her.

The young her tries to call for help, but not a sound escapes from her lips. Why could this happen. However, the girl is tired and doesn't want to put much effort into thinking or movie. She turns her body, placing her bum on the sand while wrapping her arms around the legs to pull them in closer. It seems that the girl will wait fro the other to notice her and approach her.

[Fuse]

Condition: Soaked
Mood: Scared and Curious

But she had won her existence unlike all those others out there. Above this thing called death and probably its freaking master. Heck! As the lone survivor of what ever went down she was the king of where ever she was. This ocean was her's. Those corpses were her's. If she actually knew where she was everything would be perfect. A spark grew in her eyes as these thoughts ran through her head. The shaking had stopped and a calmness took over. Her hands dove into saturated pants.

With a new spring in her step the lone being spun on her heels and wobbled confidently down the beach. The whole walking thing still felt new but she hardly thought about it. This loneliness, this ownership was right. Like it was natural...

But in life buzz kills are also natural. A moving body on the beach was all that was needed to trip her up. Her wobbles turned to stumbles and soon her hands met the ground as she stood on all fours growling like a hound. Life was going to be perfect and then they just had to pop up like a ground hog you just want to punt. Darn, she was going to have to figure out what a ground hog was when she wasn't grumbling to her feet.

But none the less the being was there and her paradise was gone for good. She currently didn't have enough energy to re-drown the girl and she wasn't cruel enough to leave someone to starve. The only thing she could think of was to greet this survivor and use her until she had nothing left. Then toss her back into the ocean like everyone else. Once her feet were firmly on the ground and her body stopped it's aching journey up to a walking position she buried her hand once more and swayed slowly.

"Hey, beach baby! Ya just gonna sit there or meet me half way!? You're not the only tired one here, slacker!" She yelled in her nicest tone. Her choice of words were not the ideal choices but being friendly just didn't feel right.

[Rue]

Week 1
exhausted

As she had noticed, the girl sitting in the sand may not be able to express herself through words, but her face shows a array of expressions. As the girls face changes from a surprise look to a face that perfectly describes unamusement and annoyance. Her eyebrows curled down while her lower lip rolls up into an irritated looking pout. She sighs deeply as she tries to stand again only to fall back down. Wanting to pound the sand with frustration but that would only cause her more exhaustion.

However, the girl is determined that she'll be able to stand on her own. Through several trial and errors, she manages to stand on her two feet. She wobbles with lack of coordination and balance, but she's proud to be standing as a small smile curls from the content-ness. She looks back at the girl watching her from afar. Her face frowns again remember the girls words. 'How can she be so rude.'

She starts to sway in attempt to walk to the other. She wants to show that person a piece of her mind. Putting a lot of effort into her feet and her mind fully focused on the strong standing girl ahead of her, she cut's the distance by a few feet before she tumbles down. Skiding through the sand, she bumps her head into some kind of log on the beach. Now on her knees rubbing off the sand on her face she decides to inspect whatever it is she collided with. However, the very think infront of her took a form a cold and lifeless body. 'A corpse!?" The girl wanting to scream for her life simply stood over the mass frozen with fear and thoughts. 'Will this happen to me? Why is this here? Where in the world am I at? What...Who...'

She abruptly stands up, this time with less trouble, and takes a few steps away while trying to keep her from falling. Her eyes are wide with fear as she looks around so see it's not the only one. A cold shiver runs down her spin thinking of terrible scenarios. She turns her head to face the other with only thoughts filled or that girl and herself. 'Could it have been her, or was it me? Who the hell am I even? How did we get here? Is she the same as me?'

[Fuse]

Condition: Soaked
Mood: Brooding and Worried

She was starting to pick up a tempo as hair that wasn't plastered to her skin and clothes bounced to an unknown beat. Beach baby struggled to her feet while she watched completely amused. A odd hint of concern and worry was evident in the smile that crossed her face. She may be enjoying the others battle with gravity but witnessing such a frail being being further injured didn't fit her mood. Yes, she was still ticked that the chick crashed her perfect world and part of her wanted to toss the body back out the sea but she had a soul. Not the best soul but one that knew compassion to some standard.

Her smile grew a bit prouder when the other started moving forward. Maybe she wasn't as frail as she looked. If she didn't have to take care of her it would make this whole beach thing so much easier. But the girl didn't hold up for long. The crumbling form made her pace increase. No noise came from the girl but while she sat up and seemed to clean herself a panicked look appeared that didn't make our walking form too happy. "HEY! Bb, You alright?!"

As her pace increased to a trot she flinched as the girl stared at her with fear and confusion. Was it meant for her or the situation they were in? Was there something she missed that should be worrying her other than the bodies in the water and the lack of memories? Finally in arms reach her placed a hand on the girl's shoulder while her feet rocked and stumbled a bit to regain balance. Moving was so much easier than standing. "Calm down! Jeez. What has you so spooked all of a sudden?"

Confusion graced her own face as both hand ended up on either of the others shoulders. In an attempt to steady both of them she grounded her feet so she could handle the others weight.

[Rue]

Week 1
exhausted

'Does this girl not see the body on the ground?!' The young girl is freaking out more than ever. She felt that maybe there was something wrong with the other for she's not stressing over the corpse. At the same time, her mind goes in circles picking out herself and nudging other theories. That there is nothing wrong with the taller woman and it could just be herself. Maybe she's hallucinating such a dreadful think infront of her. After all, she is extremely exhausted from her "swim" in the water. But it looks way too real, and why would it be here of all places. It's as if this poor soul faced the same challenges, but failed to escape from the drowning grip of the waves.

She snaps too, hoping she's not crazy as she's finicking over the body. Turning to her head back to try and get a good look at the taller girl and see if she has her full attention. She only just notices the hands placed on her shoulders. The little one tries to straighten up an stand on her own, feeling that through the weight of the other girl is what provide's her balance. The moment she feels balanced enough, she starts to frantically point and gesture at the body hoping that the taller girl would get a clue. Their now swaying back and forth due to the small one's motions, but she own't stop until she sees a proper reaction from the taller girl. 'I sure hope I'm not crazy.'

[ONYX]

Condition: Sandy and Somewhat Cold
Mood: Grumpy and Thankful

WEEK 1

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The never ending ocean with an infinite supply of bodies floating around. Every body there was either dead floating around like a bowie or came to shore like a fish out of water. This man had washed up to shore recently maybe an hour ago or so. Possibly around the time one of the women showed up. He had not yet awoken from his dead like state. Water just floating around in his lungs for the time being. Why didn't he wake up? Maybe it was because he might have been farther underwater then the rest of these jellyfish like people. By any means he did manage to make it ashore meaning he probably wasn’t banished to wonder the unknown waters of this board game.

Soon the seed of life sprouted its roots in the body covered in the gritty white substance he laid in. For the longest time he had seemed like a cold lifeless body laying on the beach, dead and unmoving. The already cool air was even more cooled by the small breeze that followed the males body. One would compare his limp body to maybe that of a log or maybe something similar. Soon once he was hit in the tender side of ones body the body jolted to the side as a reaction and the water filled his mouth so has a natural reaction he had eject it from his mouth onto the gritty surface. It had seemed he awakened just as two beings were over him.

The male groaned softly after his quiet coughs and gags. The black eyes slowly opened. The sight of light, what was it? Things had been dark for so long. But what was...dark? His eyes burned softly as he turned his head lifting his head only to spit out both sand and water. His leathery skin slightly bothered by the gritty stuff on it. The word then popped into his head, 'Sand'. This gritty surface was called sand. It was like having the big bang in his head. The black haired man soon sat up looking at his sand covered body. Two beings were looking at each other and he was very different then him. They had stuff bulging out on their chest as he didn't unless he did they were much smaller and hard as a rock. Then another set of words popped into his head. Women and Men.

Women were the creatures who had to give birth to children and used the large things to feed them from time to time, while Men were the ones that got them pregnant. However he didn't know what being pregnant, birth, and children all were. It also said they have slightly different body parts but he just shrugged them off and grunted. The built, currently only male he could see looked at the women and grunted. The white haired one, what ever white was, was annoying him by her constant speech. She seemed like a total bitch whatever that was but again he didn't care.

His hand moved up and scratched his head as he sat up properly. “Your so annoying.” The black haired male grunted to the white haired female as he shook his head like a tornado freeing his hair of sand. The large hand started shedding the sand off and eventually all that was left to be peeled off was his lower body and it was difficult because of his body size. Strangely enough he feels like he had got something he wished for as if someone as wrapped it up in tissue paper put in a box, tapped it, then put wrapping paper on it with a cute little stick on bow. The other girl who was rather quiet and bumped into him, he felt like he owed her something for maybe waking him up. “Not sure what this means but, thanks I suppose.” he spoke to the quiet one.

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[Fuse]

Condition: Soaked
Mood: Confused and Understand

She wasn't answered with words. The other girl leaned away forced her to gain her own balance back. Moving her feet into a wider stance she pushing her hips to the side and raised an eyebrow to the bouncing form. Like a freaking rabbit she hopped up and down frantically...for some reason. With a tilt of her head she looked the girl up and down until she glanced to the side spotting an odd log. Was that what worrying the girl a log...oddly shaped and it was.. moving!? "What the hell?!" A startled jump raced through her as she then stumbled back a bit. Her hands hovered in front of her not know what to do with them or the rest of her body.

It coughed and hacked like any live being who came out of the water. As words came out of it she started to relax. It was a being like her and the little one. Bulkier, taller and slightly different than both of them, it seemed like a different type of human. It had a mouth on it too which didn't make her the happiest camper. It seemed to analyses them as it too had to figure out what and where it was. All her nerves calmed completely even as it clicked those words were meant for her. Okay, so liking this 'male' was not her cup of tea but it would be useful. He would be one more being to share all this beautiful territory with but...he would make living easier. She wouldn't admit it but surviving on her own was not looking good if she was this weak.


"I'll ignore that for now...but MAN! All you people popping out are freaking me out! At least tell me you knows what happened." She moved forward and back beside the other female. She didn't trust either of them but they were her only means of making a life on this land.

[Rue]

Week 1
exhausted

'It's alive!?' The small girl is just as equally shocked as the taller girl behind her. She swears it was dead just a second ago, but at least this proves the fact she's not crazy. However with it...or him being alive, the small girl tries to back up but remembers that the rude girl is standing just behind her. After the girl frankly speaks her mind, Rue shakes her head with a worried look. Her mind starts to fill up again about how they got here and why are they here.

However, what worries her most is the lack of memories. She can't seem to remember anything. Maybe her memories where wiped because of something she's done. It just might have to do with the reason why she's here on the beach. And the other two just might be suck with her for the same reasons. But now the small girl is starting to get worried about having the other two around. Something inside her just makes her feel uncomfortable about the fact she's surrounded by these two folks.

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[Maeve]

The feeling of the water around her skin, was kind of peaceful, in a way. Waves gently rocking bodies to shore, it almost balanced out the panic that drowning brought. Or at least to this girl. She rather enjoyed being out on the water, just floating about and letting the waves rock her in her unconscious state to an unknown shore. Not that the girl knew many different shores. In fact, she didn't know much at all.

Of course her dream like trance that the water brought to her was broken all to soon when her body hit the sand. That's when the realization that she was drowning kicked in. As soon as she could, she crawled up on all fours and coughed out all the water she could muster. She gave up rather quickly, soon coming to the realization that the remaining water needed to work it's way out in a more natural manner. So the girl flopped on her stomach, breathing heavily through her mouth in an attempt to get all of the remaining water out. Her wet clothes were tight against her body as sand attached itself to her body, clothes, and hair.

In this position the girl tried to think of many different things. She tried to remember simple things, like her name. But her mind gave her no answer. Whenever she tried to think of anything her mind came up blank. 'Well isn't this lovely?' The girl thought as she forced herself to sit up. Examining her surroundings didn't really help her either. Just a bunch of corpses so it seemed, and there she was, seemingly alone. All she had was the sweater, skirt, and rather creepy skin of some sort of animal. A seal seemed to be the right word, but it was still really creepy. Like the animal just crawled out of the skin and left it there. Gross.

One of the corpses next to her had a nice dress on. The girl looked at the corpse, 'I don't think it'll need the dress anymore, and I don't think a sweater would be very appropriate for this climate... she thought, pondering over the body. Quickly weighing out the pros and the cons, or barely weight out the pros and the cons, the girl decided to switch outfits with the corpse. Plus, the corpse's clothes were dry as the girls clothes were wet, so why not change them? Peeling off her wet sweater and taking off her skirt, the girl gently turned the body on its side and unzipped the dress. Very carefully, she put the wet, sandy clothes that once were on her body onto the body next to her. Then she quickly slipped the dress on (is surprisingly fit rather well, despite being a bit tight in certain places) and stood up to the best of her ability.

She was mostly aired out by now. True, her nose still had that raw feeling it usually has after breathing in water, she had water in her ears, and her hair would probably take at least an hour to dry, but she wasn't coughing every five seconds so that was an improvement. So she scanned the island for any sign of life, and saw a few people standing a bit in the distance. The girl figured it might be a good idea to get away from the corpse that she just stole the dress from, just in case it's ghost came back to haunt her, so she gathered the creepy skin and started walking to group of people.

Her joints were rather soar at first, but she endured the stiffness of a few joints be her wish to get away from the corpse's ghost. Plus, if she was stranded on an island, as it seemed she was, it would be rather helpful to be in a group, so she shuffled on over to the people she saw standing out in the distance. She tried calling out to the group but soon realized her voice was in no condition to shout after being unused for god knows how long. So she figured she'd just walk up to the group, after a good deal of coughing and clearing of her through and simply say:

"Hello!

[ONYX]

Condition: Hot and Questioning
Mood: Curious

WEEK 1

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The black hair of his seemed to actually have a white sheen to it as it reflected the light off it. His sun kissed skin was slowly feeling the heat bake it. His currently seated position was nice but maybe he should move the things he thought might have been called feet and legs. He looked at his toes an managed to wiggle them and smiled. After a simple wiggle of both feet's little piggies he rolled his ankles getting rid of the dead weight feeling on them. It was then he started to bend a extended leg with some cracks an stiffness until he could finally move both with ease. Now the trouble had seemed to be standing up like the one white haired female was doing.

He used his strong muscular arms to help push himself up and dig his feet into the sand slowly standing up with a unstable wobble. Soon he gave a deep sigh letting loose the container of air in his lungs. The sun now reflected off his skin on all forms. Once again the breeze stayed around him as if it was attracted to him no matter were he was he could always feel it swimming throw his hair and curves of his body. It was as if it was trying to hug him. He looked at the white haired girl. “ Popping out of nowhere?” He spoke somewhat confused and tower over the women. “I don't know. The short one made me spit this stuff called sand out of my mouth.” he spoke wiggling his toes in the sand liking the feeling. Soon after his little side conversation with white haired female he heard another person speak and jumped. It was a new person, but who was it. “Who are you?” he asked blankly.

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[Fuse]

Condition: Soaked
Mood: Questioning

"Yes, popped out of nowhere. Well, I guess the water is somewhere...Never mind!" She huffed as her words started to spin around but it was her truth. An apparently endless ocean was as close to nowhere as she could imagine. "Anyways, that is not what I was talking about. I mean what happened before you...umm, I guess died...or drown, I think." A hand came up and scratched the back of her head. Her wet hair bounced a bit throwing water here and there as it wagged back and forth. Maybe they all died and came back to life or maybe..yeah she had no clue and the little one she met earlier wasn't talking.

That brought another mystery. "Hey, girly." More nicknames would always solve a problem. "You haven't said anything yet. Even when you fell. Are you alright?" She moved closer to the girl and leaned down close almost touching her nose to the others. Personal space was something she didn't understand yet and probably would never learning out of laziness. As the voice of another echoed in her head she just spared a glance and then returned to her unknowingly rude stance.

[Rue]

Week 1
exhausted

The space between the two girls became unbearable for the littler one. Her mind goes in circles as she starts to freak out at the girl who was once by her back now stand face to face and almost nose to nose. The small girl knows that the other wan't some answers, like why she's so quite. But as an unconditional reaction, the small girl pulls her hands up to push the two apart as she extends her arms. Though it was rude for her to do that, it's probably equally as rude that the other girl broke through personal space and boundaries.

An awkward smile creeps on the girls face as she shakes her head. She quickly pulls her hands off the other in regret of her action. She tries to move on as if nothing happened by trying to explain the other she can't speek. By patting her right hand on her neck and opening her mouth, she hopes that a similar message gets across. Then with a bit of made up sign language, the small girl continues to gesture an explanation. Only this time using her fingers to represent sound by having her finger tips close together by her mouth and spread apart as the hand moves away.

Only now she decides to look away and notices another person approaching. Her line of sight then shifts towards the distracted man, towering over her head. She truly dislikes crowding of people, even though it's only three.

[Maeve]

It seemed as if the girl had walked into a rather strange situation. A person on the island getting unusually close to another person on the island. From the angle that she was at, it seemed as if the first girl was showing a sign of affection. Perhaps even of Love! Whatever that word meant, it seemed like a rather difficult thing that could not be understood, even if she were in a slightly more normal situation herself. But something in her heart told her that what she just witnessed was a symbol of love. Even though nothing else in the situation really resembled the feeling she vaguely remembered, she was now utterly convinced she had just witnessed a confession of confusing feelings from one human to another. She was touched that she was given the opportunity to see such a wonderful spectacle.

That was until she saw the answer to the confession. A shove to the ground, rejecting the feelings that were previously offered. It was almost heart breaking really. But the actions were soon followed by some gestures that she really had a hard time seeing, so perhaps the other girl was also conflicted with her feelings. This was such a precious scene the girl could barely help herself but to trot up to the couple so that she could examine the situation from a better perspective.

"Sorry if I'm interrupting something between the two of you," the girl said as she got closer to the couple, noticing another person there. But this person was different, it had a different shape, size, and sound than the girl herself. The deep pits of her memories seemed to want to call the person a 'man.' At the moment however she was unconcerned with this 'man' as she wished to see how this sad love story was panning out. She offered a sympathetic smile to the girl whom's feelings were rejected as she neared the group. What a sad, sad love story she had just witnessed, and was now going to soon see the end of.

"Who are you?" The girl heard the 'man' ask.

"Honestly I don't really know who I am. Do you?" She smiled at the 'man.' She would love if he had the answer to her redirected question, though she doubted he did.

[Sayo]

Condition: Soaked
Mood: Confused and Frighten

Week 1
Chapter 1: Unknown Island

She washed up onto the shore, but so far no one could tell if she was a alive or not--she looked far too pale to look alive, and so she must have been mistaken for dead. She had just washed up a few minutes ago and was now laying face down against the sand, then she woke up sitting on her knees--coughing, gagging, and throwing up whatever was in her lungs. She looked at the contents that now was being soaked by the rough texture beneath her, she tilted her head confused, "what is this?"

She heard something move up behind her and she scrambled further up the beach getting hit on the foot with whatever hit her from behind. She moved her foot to her to inspect it--it was--wet? She didn't know exactly what the word had meant, but it just seemed right to call it that, why? She had no clue, "wet? What is that word?" She looked out at the foreign substance that had wetted her foot, her eyes widen at the scene in front of her--dozens of bodies floating on the surface of the water, and she gave what one would possibly call a whimper.

She had no clue where she was, but she was already in fear of whatever was awaiting her, she looked around to see no one near, I must be the only one here..... Please don't let that be true.... She got up shakingly, hoping she wouldn't fall over, she took a step forward, when she knew she wouldn't fall onto her face, she continued along the beach, looking--searching for someone to find, and she didn't feel like going too far from the beach either, she didn't trust the forest next to her and she really hoped she wouldn't have to head in there.

She rounded a tree to find not one, but four survivors--they seemed to have striked up a conversation amoung each other, and she wondered, are they good people? Or will they try to hurt me? She didn't move from her spot, she only watched them, her eyes flicking to one after another, when she couldn't stand her silence any longer--she forced herself to speak, "e....ex....excuse me....."