Washed up...

[chase]

Count your nights by stars,
not shadows;

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The mid afternoon sun beat down on the sandy beach, the white waves washing up smoothly over the fine sand. It was a beautiful day to receive another member to the island...

Where am I? This seemed to be the only thought that Chase could form in his current state. Laying unconscious in the sand, his body bloody and battered, he had no idea what was happening. The last thing he remembered he was on a fishing boat, traveling home to Japan after making a trip to Australia. Him and his sensei had gone for a vacation after a year of extensive training. The two of them lived in the mountains of Japan for a year, teaching Chase to perfect his martial arts and swordsmanship skills. That year had been the best time of his life, he loved waking up everyday to the beautiful scenery of the mountain landscape, breathing the fresh mountain air. Not to mention he got to spend everyday with his sensei, learning and growing stronger. Chase had trained so hard in the last year, even he saw a great improvement.

Rolling onto his side, Chase opened his eyes to scan the scenery as best he could. The storm had torn apart the ship so much that it sank within the first half hour of the storm. He had never seen one so strong before, and was sure that he would have gone down with the ship. Well, apparently he hadn't, and somehow made it onto this beach. Sitting up slowly, he began shifting his body slightly, checking for injuries. He definitely hit his head at some point, his ribs hurt like a bitch, some were probably broken. Lifting his hand up, he gingerly touched the injury on his head, wincing a little. Pulling his hand back, he looked at his fingers stained with crimson, letting out a sigh.

He laid back down in the sand, closing his eyes to the bright rays of the sun. What the fuck was he going to do now? There was no way of telling where he was, and even if his island was inhabited. Judging by the area they were around when the storm hit, the probability of this island having people on it, yet alone any form of communication, was slim to none. Just as he was trying to gather the will to get up and look around this place, a shadow was cast over him. How the hell did someone approach him without him hearing? Squinting in the sun, he looked up at the other, blinking. Still a little bit incoherent from the hit on his head, he found it hard to form words properly. "Whoossere?" he mumbled, putting his hand up to shield his eyes from the sun.

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Tagged:OPEN!
Word count: 430
Words: An Italian proverb
Notes: none really
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[TOBIAS STEELE]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Tobias Jay Steele had been on the island for a while now. Never mind exactly how long, because he had absolutely no idea. Concept of time was lost to him. When he'd wound up here, Toby was without any sort of watch. He didn't even have his cell phone with him so he was unable to use the clock on that. But he did know that he'd been here for a while. Toby liked to think that he had a good idea of most of the layout of the island, but he didn't know all of the nooks and crannies or anything.

This beach was a place he often frequented. Toby wasn't sure whether it was because the scenery was rather beautiful or if it was because for some reason he was still clinging to the hope that maybe.. just maybe a boat or an airplane would come rolling on by. He would scream and wave his arms in a mad attempt to get attention on him, and then he would be rescued. Then Toby would be home in his nice and warm bed.

Sighing softly as his feet sunk into the sand with each and every step he took, Toby reached up to brush his hair away from his eyes. He had to squint a little bit of he wanted to see everything, so it was essential that he keep his growing hair of out of his line of vision. Somewhere in the madness of ending up on his island, Toby had lost his glasses. For the first little bit he felt as blind as a bat without them, but he was slowly learning to relax his eyes so that he could see things a little better. This wasn't to say that Toby's vision was immaculate now though, because it was indeed far from that.

The small Asian squinted a little bit as his gaze landed upon what appear to be another human being not far off from where he was standing right now. Slowly, Toby began to make his way over. He'd learned very quickly that you could never be too cautious when it came to approaching people on this island. Even though it was against his better judgment, Toby approached.

As he got closer, Toby realized very quickly that it was another Asian. And it was a rather attractive Asian man covered in blood. At first the blood part didn't register in Toby's less than speedy brain. The only part that registered was attractive Asian man. A small grin tugged at the corners of his lips as Toby moved his hand up to push his hair away from his make up-less face hastily. He stopped right by the man's head, leaning over him like the other was on display at some sort of exhibit.

"Excuse me?" When he spoke, Toby's accent was thick and Scottish.. quite odd for a man of obvious Asian descent. "I didn't understand what you just said, man. Do you speak Korean? Gwaenchanayo?"

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L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • Har har. Tobes speakin' at Chichi in Korean x3

[sandy]

Jessica hadn't been far away, sitting in a dip in the sand and contemplating the idiocy of this island. She didn't want to be here, didn't deserve to be here. It was hot here and she was in between loving it and hating it. As she had come from Seattle, Washington, the weather was a huge change for her. Everyone certainly had their own stories and Jessica's wasn't all that different from other stories. She had been on a cruise, heading for Australia in an all-expenses-paid trip presented to her from her best friend and parents. For some reason, anything and everything out there had been conspiring against her and landed her here. Alone. Friendless. It sucked.

Now, when she heard the faint mumbling a few yards away, she didn't immediately stand up from her warm--not hot--patch of ground. She couldn't exactly make out the words but it sounded English. At the second voice, Jessica made her decision and stood up in an seemingly effortless move. All five foot eight inches of her. Her long hair, dark brown with a natural hint of purple, clung her her check and her purple eyes were narrowed against the sun.

Suddenly, the second boy was blabbering away in, she thought, Korean. Hey, Asian boy with accent gone wrong, I think he was just slurring. Jessica's voice was pleasant but then again, no matter how she said that it would be rude. Rightfully so, Jessica though, as it was rude but she didn't know what to call him. And his accent was freaking her out.

Words: 288
Muse: Absolutely none
Notes: Hope you don't mind me joining

[chase]

Count your nights by stars,
not shadows;

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count your life with smiles,
not tears.[/font][/b]


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Chase's eyes narrowed against the sun, looking up at the smiling face of another boy. Blinking a few times, he stared up at the other, seeing his lips move. Even though Chase knew that the Asian boy was standing over him, his voice sounded distant and muffled. He asked if he spoke Korean, which Chase did not know. Shaking his head, he sat up slowly, hearing another voice sound from a small distance, female this time. Slowly, Chase began to look around. Well, at least there were other people here. That meant that this island was at least inhabited. Or maybe these two fell victim to the same storm his ship had.

The fact that there were other living beings around was at least encouraging. If he ended up being stuck on this island, at least there were other people. Well, now that he knew there were other people, he may as well start trying to find a way out of this place. Looking at the woman, then at the Asian boy, Chase opened up his mouth to speak, only to have a sudden rush of nausea overflow him. Groaning, he leaned his head down, resting it in his knees, trying to regain his composure.

Once his head stopped spinning, he took a deep breath, not having the will to lift his head to look at the other two while he spoke. "Where the fuck are we?" His voice was raspy and forced. He spoke slowly so he wouldn't be misunderstood again. Chase hated to repeat himself, and his head was throbbing, so he was in no mood to screw around. The sooner he found his sensei and got off this island, the better. If he was even able to get off. Fuck, if he was stuck here, he'd probably go crazy and kill everyone on the island...

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Tagged:TOBY AND JESSICA
Word count: 308
Words: An Italian proverb
Notes: Sorry it's poopy guys!!
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[TOBIAS STEELE]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Tobias was way too busy staring at the bloody man laying in the sand to notice some chick approach that would annoy the living daylights out of in the very, very near future. He was startled when he heard her voice floating up to his ears, turning his dark brown gaze to fall upon her. As soon as what she said settled into his brain, Toby narrowed his eyebrows. He was used to assholes roaming the island, but he wished they would just mind their own business. "Asian boy with the accent gone wrong? Why don't you take a hike? I'm sure you're overdue for your nail appointment. If you start swimming now, you might back it back in time."

Rolling his eyes at the woman, Toby turned his attention back to the washed up man. He hadn't responded to Toby's question, though he did sit up. Maybe he didn't know Korean.. or maybe he was deaf. "Hey buddy, you okay?" By now, Toby was completely ignoring the fact that the rude brat was even standing next to him. All he was concerned about was this man.

His eyes widened when he saw the man double over, and the small Asian lurched forward to grasp onto his shoulders. "Okay.. you need some water." Then he other asked where they were. Toby actually wanted to know the answer to that very question himself. Since he couldn't answer, Toby just pretended like he didn't hear the question. Hopefully the man was a little too disoriented to ask again.

Slowly, he began to try to lift the man to his feet. "There's a waterfall not too far away. Let's go get you cleaned up."

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W O R D S • 573 including code
T A G G E D • Chasie-poo, annoying brat
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • Tobes doesn't respond well to rude people. Post is fail. Didn't have much to work with.

[sandy]

Jessica scowled at boy, the one that wasn't injured, and huffed out a sigh. She wouldn't let him know that she did want a manicure, a pedicure would be nice to, but nothing she could do about it. I may seem shallow but I'm certainly not stupid, she snapped at him, eyes following the guy that had been washed up. Do you think he'll be okay? I'm Jessica, by the way, she said to him, genuinely worried but keeping her distance. Jessica looked away, not wanting to see any blood. Injuries and sickness made her queasy, despite any of her good intentions.

Jessica had half a mind to walk away from them, just because she was annoyed, but she was concerned too. She also wanted to help him walk the man over to the waterfall but she couldn't bring herself to step closer to them. What the hell is wrong with you? Jessica asked herself angrily. And to think that at one point she had wanted to become a doctor. Taking deep breaths, Jessica followed them, feeling rather awkward in addition to her rapidly fading annoyance.

Jessica brushed her hair out of her eyes, forcing herself to look at the two steadily. Did he hate her? Jessica wondered sadly, thinking about the second boy. It wasn't right to be thinking about that, she knew, but she hated it when she made people mad at her, even though when it happened she did deserve it. So, instead, she decided to think about the boy washed up. What was his name? And it certainly didn't surprise her that he was Asian, due to the general positioning of the island. What would be done if he was injured bad enough that he needed his wounds cared for? Jessica had no idea what you did for medication in an island such as this one. Leaves...no, probably moss could help clean off bloods and sand, but it would probably be scratchy. Can I...help with anything? Jessica's voice was slow, hesitant and almost shy. Not quite, though.

words;; 360 (not including code)
notes;; she is an annoying, rude brat, isn't she? xD Muse wasn't so great so I hope it didn't sound all to forced.

[chase]

Count your nights by stars,
not shadows;

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Listening while the other two bickered, Chase found himself getting quickly annoyed with this situation. But then again, mostly everything annoyed him, he always had troubles controlling his anger. It was always something that he tried to work on, but he could never tell if his temper was getting worse or better over time. His sensei told him he had improved, so maybe he was just being too hard on himself. Hori, his sensei, always held his composure and never lost his temper. At least Chase himself had never seen him loose his temper.



He wondered where his sensei was now. Chase was sure that he was okay, after all, his sensei was a vampire. The only thing that worried him was this sun. It was so hot, and he hoped that Hori had found a safe place to sleep for the day. Chase himself hated the sunlight. Hori took Chase under his wing when he was almost a baby. His parents got murdered by some gang members and they dumped Chase's infant body in a dumpster, where Hori later found it. Chase had spent almost his entire life sleeping during the day and being awake at night, he actually rarely saw the sun now that he thought about it.


Being so caught up in thinking about Hori, Chase had tuned out most of the conversation that had gone on between the other two. He was pulled from his thoughts when the smaller asian boy began to lift him to his feet, saying something about water. Yes, some water would be awesome right now. Making a strong attempt to stand on his own, he only needed to put a little of his weight on the boy's shoulder. Wiping away some blood that was running down his face, he braced himself to start walking. This trip wouldn't be fun, his head was still throbbing and the adrenaline that was subsiding the pain until now was wearing off.

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Tagged:TOBY AND JESSICA
Word count: 330
Words: An Italian proverb
Notes: I am hung to the over... so i apologize if it doesn't make sense
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[TOBIAS STEELE]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Toby groaned rather loudly as soon as it became painfully apparent that this girl was going to follow them. He was the kind of person where if the first thing out of your mouth rubbed him the wrong way, he wrote you off permanently. That was exactly what Toby was attempting to do this girl. "No. I don't need your help." His response to her question was brisk, and he didn't even look over his shoulder at her.

Grasping onto the man's belt loop with one hand, he put his other arm about the man's shoulder. Toby winced a little bit, not used to people leaning on him, even if it were just a little bit. He was considerably smaller than this bloody man. It was for this reason that Toby was grateful he didn't need to lean entirely. "It's not very far, man. I'm Toby, what's your name? Can you hear me?" It suddenly dawned on Toby that this guy might have a concussion. This realization caused him to sigh very deeply. He was far from a doctor.

Hoping that the girl wasn't following, Toby began to usher the man away from the beach. "Where are you from? Hey buddy, talk to me.. We don't need you passing out or something." When did he become a savior? Normally if Toby saw someone bleeding, he would keep on walking. He especially learned that being on this island. Something, however, compelled him to help this man.

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N O T E S • Crap post is crap.

[chase]

Count your nights by stars,
not shadows;

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He had no idea what had transpired between the other two, what words were exchanged, but suddenly the girl had left. He was being led away by the small Asian boy, with promise of water. He couldn't complain though, always having preferred the company of boys to girls. He just felt so awkward around girls sometimes, he hated it. Now that she was gone, the other male was beginning to speak to him again. Why the fuck was he asking so many fuckin' question. Feeling another throb of pain surge through his head, Chase lifted his hand to press it against the wound, groaning in pain.


Well that answered the question about all the questions. He was just trying to keep him conscious. Good thing this kid knew his shit, or Chase probably would have passed out on the beach and maybe slipped into a coma. Taking a deep breath, he subsided a wave of nausea to respond to the questions. "Toby...." he repeated his name back to him to let him know that he heard him speak. "I'll gladly answer yur questions when ya answer mine" he said, referring to his initial question of where the fuck they were. What he wanted more then anything was to be able to just wake up in his sleeping bag, on the boat back to Japan. And then all of this shit would have just been a fuckin' dream.

But he knew that wasn't the case. This entire situation felt too real to be a dream. Maybe a really vivid coma hallucination. But that wasn't probable. So now he just waited for the others response, so that he could start planning a way off this place. They had to be close to home, they weren't at sea for that long, it was impossible they could have drifted too far in the short amount of time.

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Tagged:TOBY <3♥<3
Word count: 317
Words: An Italian proverb
Notes: Well at least he's talking now so it should get a little more interesting!!
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[TOBIAS STEELE]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Very glad to see that the really irritating priss girl got the hint and disappeared like a virgin on prom night, Toby let out a small sigh of relief. This man here clearly needed some help and Toby really wasn't looking forward to the idea of that girl nagging over his shoulder incessantly. Watching with concerned dark brown eyes as the man pressed a hand to the wound on his head, Toby lifted a free hand up and gently pushed it away. "Don't touch it. Your hand has dirt and sand all over it. We don't need it getting infected."

At least the other was talking now, though he was being rather demanding. In all honesty, Toby couldn't really blame him. The guy probably barely remembered what happened to him in order to make him wash up on the beach like that. Shaking his head, blond hair fell over his eyes as he gently lowered the man next to the waterfall they'd come up upon. "I don't know where we are, honestly. And don't bother asking around. No one knows. I washed up here a few weeks ago."

Sitting down next to the man, Toby removed his jacket and dipped it into the pool of water. He wrung it out and looked at the man, lifting the jacket to his wound and attempting to wipe away at the blood. Toby didn't really know why he was being so helpful. This man looked as though he could still snap Toby in half even in his current condition. Toby was small, and this man seemed muscular.. and absolutely gorgeous underneath all the blood and the glossed over look in his eyes.

Toby smiled softly despite the situation, dimples appearing as he did so. "So.. I answered the question. Now, what's your name? Where are you from? I need you to keep talking to me because I think you might have a concussion. There's no doctor on this island that I know of." He paused, adding something else with a grin just to lighten the mood. "You're kinda hot from what I can tell. It would be no fun flirting with a man in a coma."

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N O T E S • Yay for posting at work!

[chase]

Count your nights by stars,
not shadows;

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count your life with smiles,
not tears.[/font][/b]


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The walk to the waterfall was fairly uneventfull. The only conversation that transipred was Toby telling him not to touch his head, and the comment was met with a grunt as he put his hand down. It wasn't until they reached the waterfall and were sitting by the pool of cool water that the other boy responded to Chase's ealier question. He had to admit, the given answer was not the one he was hoping for, but at least he was honest about it. So he had only been here a few weeks. Chase wondered why there were so many people deserted on this island if nobody knew where the fuck it was. Maybe everyone that had gotten washed up so far were fuckin' idiots and just haven't figured out where they were yet. He wasn't going to spend the rest of his life on this chunk of rock, so even though this boy didn't know where they were, he was going to keep looking once he healed up.

The cool fresh water felt amazing on his cuts. The salt water would sting his cuts as he was laying on the beach, but this felt so soothing. It was probably good that this boy found him when he did. It was weird for Chase to have someone caring for him in this way. He always grew up very self sufficient and never let anyone do anything for him. So even though he was thankful for what the young boy was doing, he couldn't get over his sense of own self helplessness. But he was in no state to take care of himself right now, so all he could do was sit back and let this boy take care of him.

During Chase's jacket bath of shame, Toby began speaking to him again. "So.. I answered the question. Now, what's your name? Where are you from? I need you to keep talking to me because I think you might have a concussion. There's no doctor on this island that I know of." He nodded in response to his last comment, feeling his head spin a bit with even the smallest movement. taking a breath, he felt pain throb through his ribs. Fuck, why the hell did everything have to hurt?
"My name's Chase. And im from Japan."


He looked up at Toby as he commented on how flirting with him wouldn't be fun if he was in a coma. Chase couldn't help a small smile forming on his lips at his words. This was the first time that he actually got a good look at his rescuer. Even though his head was still spinning, he could tell that this boy was good looking. "Well, yur straighforward, aren't ya?"

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Tagged:TOBY <3♥<3
Word count: 455
Words: An Italian proverb
Notes: FINALLY POSTED!!!!
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