keep breathing (Elliot)

[Faye Cherie Duquette]

you sound so i n n o c e n t
so full of good intent
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Faye had been lying on the sand for a few minutes, her body exhausted from the past couple days out in the water. The sun, the lack of food, the pain over being lost and on her own, it had all accumulated and made her bones ache and her heart hurt. So it was all she could do to collapse in the sand as soon as she reached it, and cry, hoping for sleep. Sleeping was an escape for her; she was feeling hopeless, and her parents’ faces kept flashing behind her eyes. Were they looking for her? Would she ever see them again?

Last she had seen them, they had been smiling at her from a small boat off to the side of the area of water they were filming in. They had been excited about this movie; kept calling it the ‘big one.’ And then that storm had come and swept everything in her world away. Faye had grabbed onto a piece of floating luggage and clung to it. The next two days just kind of blurred together, filled with grief and discomfort and fear. When she finally saw the island it had seemed like a miracle, but when she reached it, she realized she was just as lost as ever. She didn’t know what to do. She’d never be able to live on an island by herself.

The sobs broke through her chest, the small wails making it difficult for her to breathe. What would she do out here? She didn’t know what kinds of things were waiting in the trees. Even now, in the darkness, she wondered what might be watching, waiting to jump out and take her. Her imagination started running away from her, and soon she was imagining ghouls and demons hiding in the shadows. She started to cry louder, terrified. Faye pulled her body inward, bringing her knees up to her chest, and closed her eyes tight, trying to relax. After a few moments, sleep finally washed over her, giving her the escape she needed. Her cries died with the rest, and the only sound that came from her was the sound of her breath. And the only movement being the rising and falling of her chest.

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NOTES !?;; Yay!
STATUS !?;; Finito.
TAGGED !?;; Elliot!
WORDS !?;; 374.
OUTFIT !?;; One-piece blue swimsuit.
LYRICS !?;; 'king of anything' - sara bareilles
CREDIT !?;; JADE !? @ caution 2.0

[ELLIOT BRIDGES]

Despite the uncomfortable feeling of the grains rubbing between his toes, the warmth of the sand on his soles was comforting. He clutched his brown leather shoes in one hand and a book was carefully tucked under his shoulder as he clambered free of the rocks fully onto the beach. The scene inland had been one of celebration with the majority of the island's inhabitants gathered in the village ruins for an evening of celebrations. As the night drew to a close and dawn rose, many were still there. Elliot was never the social butterfly on the account he was incredibly shy - especially around women. He had lurked around the edges of the festivities but found himself drawing away. By morning he had wandered far but was not too disappointed at the calm beach that spread out before him.

He dropped his shoes and book in the sand, running his fingers through his brown fluffy hair. The salty sea air swept up his nose, filling his lungs with a sense of peace. The waves lapped gently on the shore now, a fry cry from the tsunami-like currents that raged that had raged the nights prior. The thought of being stuck out there in a boat frightened him; he didn't particularly like boats in the first place on account of a sailing incident at his cousin's caravan on holiday. That was probably the reason he chose to fly if he could (though it never helped him much when the plane went down and he ended up stranded here - not that that particularly bothered Elliot). Dark eyes scanned the horizon for any sign of boats but a deep blue colour up the beach caught his eye. Cocking his head, like some sort of inquisitive puppy, Elliot headed up the sands, his walk quickening to a jog and breaking into a run at shock realisation of what lay dead still in the sand.

Slamming to the ground on his knees, his hands fumbled around the girl as he panicked. 'Don't be dead. Please don't be dead' he prayed, rolling her over gently onto her back. He was a fraction relieved by the tiny beating of her chest. "Help!" he screamed, clutching at the faint hope there would be someone emerging on the shores when the girl would need them most. "Somebody, please help her! Elliot screamed again. Tears of frustration rolled down his cheeks as nobody appeared. "Wake up....please wake up..." he sobbed as he shook her gently, contemplating the need for CPR.

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[Faye Cherie Duquette]

you sound so i n n o c e n t
so full of good intent
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Faye's dreams started as a sweet escape from the nightmare the past few days had turned into. She dreamt that she woke up in her room, and that everything had just been a product of her imagination. Her parents were suddenly there, holding her and cooing over her; she felt warm as the love and security crept through her. But wait, this didn't feel right. This seemed wrong. Faye's thoughts turned her away from her warm dream, the little pebble of doubt spreading like a disease throughout the atmosphere of her dream. A boat crashed through the room and she was in water, kicking to get to the top. She emerged, and suddenly she was in the storm again, wind raging around her and rain pounding the top of her head.

'Help! Somebody please help her!'

Her head whipped around, looking in the water for the voice of the person that could save her. She couldn't find anyone else in the water, there was no one. Faye felt a cold tendril slide onto her foot, encircling her legs. She tried to take a breath but instead got a mouthful of water as the monster pulled her under, down toward the bottom of the ocean. She could feel other creatures wrapping their fingers around her body, her arms. It was getting colder..

Faye woke up thrashing wildly, trying to break free of the water and all of the hands that held her there. She felt another set on her shoulders and screamed dryly, the sound coming out raspy from the dried salt in her throat. She wriggled free and crawled to her feet, finally opening her eyes and attempting to sprint, but her body wouldn't allow it. After letting herself rest, her muscles had grown softer, the necessity of survival no longer fueling them to support her. She fell just a few feet away from where she had awoken, her heart pounding and her small frame shaking slightly, both from the shock and from her exhaustion. She wanted to cry again just from how awful she felt, but the tears didn't seem to want to come anymore.

She sat up slowly, looking around at the dark trees, the white sand, the waves washing up gently near her feet. So, the part about being home had just been a dream. Her heart started to ache again. She had been subconsciously yearning for that ending. To wake up from this. She let out a small sigh and turned back to face the waves, only to find with panic that she wasn't alone. She scrambled back another foot, though she wanted to run farther. Her eyes were wide and wary as she appraised the stranger. She remembered the hands on her shoulders...was that him? He looked terrified, and that put her even more on alert. She watched him for a few moments, confused. And then it hit her; there was someone else here. She wasn't by herself. There was someone else. She wasn't alone.

Faye struggled to her feet and ran back into him, tripping into him on the ground and wrapping her arms around his stomach. “Je croyais être seul!” she cried, her cracking voice interrupted by dry sobs. At that moment, she didn't care who he was; he was another person, and he was there on the island with her. Nothing else seemed to matter. She held onto him as if he would disappear, intent on making this dream real.

"Je ne suis pas seul. Je ne suis pas seul. Je ne suis pas seul..."

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NOTES !?;; "I thought I was alone!" and "I'm not alone. I'm not alone..."
STATUS !?;; Done. :]
TAGGED !?;; Elliot!
WORDS !?;; 597.
OUTFIT !?;; One-piece blue swimsuit.
LYRICS !?;; 'king of anything' - sara bareilles
CREDIT !?;; JADE !? @ caution 2.0

[ELLIOT BRIDGES]

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The feeling of dread that crept over his heart lifted when the poor girl spluttered and coughed. The rush of relief was almost too overwhelming and he fought hard against the urge to vomit. So much had passed across his eyes and through his mind in the past few seconds. A sense of urgency to panic, fear, dread, anger, helplessness, sorrow, sympathy and now finally a small sense of relief washed over him as an inch of ever-fragile life returned to the young girl. He could hardly even begin to comprehend the feelings that gripped her as she had lay there helpless in the sand.

He was startled as she began to thrash and alarmed as she made futile efforts to scramble away from him. “No no, don’t worry, you’re safe now” he spoke softly, trying to calm Faye down as she fought the aches and exhaustion that plagued her petite frame. He raised his hands slowly to his side, open palms to the girl in an attempt to show he meant no harm. Nothing could prepare him for what would happen next. The young girl turned back to him before he was about to rise and give chase, practically throwing herself into his chest. Faye’s tight cuddle startled him and he froze, terrified of the toddler that clung to him as if her life depended on it. It was something he had never felt before and he didn’t know how to handle it. Shy, geek, Elliot Bridges, who could barely stand in the same room as a child or even contemplate cuddling a woman, now had a young girl hugging him tightly. It was almost as something else, some sort of instinct he had never known to lurk within him, began to control him. His slender arms wrapped around the girls back, holding her tightly. Long fingers stroked her blonde hair and he whispered reassuringly ”Il sera bien… il sera bien…”.

With one arm clutching her close to him, the other slipped to the pockets of his jeans, clumsily rummaging to pull out the remains of a chocolate bar – some how he had managed to retain all his hand luggage from the plane crash that brought him here in which he had stashed several chocolate bars. “Je m’appelle Elliot” he said, offering the girl the chocolate with a sense of affection “Tu prendre…?” as well as racking his brain for all the French he could remember.

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STATUS; Finished! (finally - sorry it’s so late)
WORD COUNT; 409
NOTES; “It will be okay…”, “My name is Elliot”, ”You take?” – I can’t remember most of my highschool French so I’m sorry if it isn’t accurate.
OOC; gah! It’s gash! It sounded so much better when I wrote it =( My dog is ill and I can’t really take my mind off it to type anything amazing right now. It wont be so bad next time!

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[Faye Cherie Duquette]

you sound so i n n o c e n t
so full of good intent
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Faye sat in the man's arms for a few minutes, sinking entirely into him. Now the tears that she felt futilely trying to push past her eyes were from joy; just knowing that there was another person on this island with her, living and breathing and holding onto her. The monsters that she had imagined creeping in the shadows were long gone, now. There was someone here to protect her if anything came for her, so she didn't have to be afraid anymore. Faye's sobs died down after a while, leaving her with her eyes closed, still clutching the man's stomach. She felt her heartbeat slow, relaxing as she felt his hand pet her hair, felt herself begin to drift. She was so tired...

"“Je m’appelle Elliot." Faye blinked as he spoke to her, turning up to see his face. Elliot's face. She hadn't really looked at him yet, just seen a person and pretty much barreled herself into them without thinking too much about it. "Elliot," she repeated, her mouth turning up into a small grin. "Je m'appelle Faye." His hand caught her eye as it moved, and she glanced down at it inquisitively. When she saw the chocolate her grin turned into a full-blown smile, and she bounced a little with excitement. It lifted her spirits enough that she was even able to giggle at his accent when he spoke French. "Chocolate! she cried, excited. Her voice still broke from being so dry, but she was too distracted to really mind. Adrenaline had started to pour back into her, and when she was happy her attention span was short, anyway. "I love chocolate!" she continued; she had heard him speak English, and since she knew the language she spoke it for his benefit. She released Elliot from her grasp and eagerly took the candy, pulling back the wrapper and stuffing as much of it as she could in her mouth with one big bite.

She kept like this until the remainder of the bar was gone, then licking her fingers where the chocolate had melted slightly. Her stomach gurgled hollowly as the chocolate hit it, making an uncomfortable trembling in her abdomen. She glanced up at him, a little more shyly than before, then turned back to the ground where she dug her fingers and toes into the cold sand beneath her absentmindedly. ”I thought I was all by myself,” she said quietly, her English marred slightly by a small accent. Now that there was even a small amount of food sitting in her stomach, she was able to wonder more clearly why she wasn’t alone. What was he doing here? Was this island not deserted, after all? Maybe someone had a phone… ”Is there anyone else..?” she asked, moving her eyes back to his face.

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NOTES !?;; Computer issues! I’m back, sorry. ^^; But it’s okay, I don’t speak French, just use translators. I’ll always put what I intend for her to say down here.
STATUS !?;; Done. Finally. :]
TAGGED !?;; Elliot!
WORDS !?;; 466.
OUTFIT !?;; One-piece blue swimsuit.
LYRICS !?;; 'king of anything' - sara bareilles
CREDIT !?;; JADE !? @ caution 2.0