wandering about (open)

[carlie chapel]

it's been in the past for awhile.

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it was real, it was right.[/font][/i]

but it burned to have to survive[/size][/color]
all that's left is all these ashes.[/font][/i]

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[/b] alright, so this isn't very good... but i hope it'll due. =)
word count: 469 with code.
tagged: open.
outfit: clickie
credit: haley loser face ` at caution 2.0 for the template.
status: done
jams: bottom of the ocean (miley cyrus)
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[jared clarkson]

i never knew that everything was falling through,

that everyone i knew was waiting on a queue.

Jared sighed as he looked at the stick some kid had brought him for a walking stick. At least it was long enough for him, he mused. Normally he wouldn't be so depressed about being stuck on a deserted island, but he had good reason to considering his sister was supposed to be getting married, he didn't know if she was putting it off waiting for him or not. Probably not, considering how in love she really seemed to be with the guy. He grinned a little thinking about it. It was kinda corny, but really sweet. He wished someone would be stupid like that about him every once in a while.

But that was another matter. He stood up, wincing at the pain, and tested out the stick. He of course had to use his left hand to hold it up since his right arm was broken as well, but that was okay as long as he didn't feel too much pain. He decided he probably got hit harder since the nose of the plane landed harder than everything else, since it was at the first. But he wasn't sure really. He yawned, and began to try and walk with the stick. It was a lot more difficult than he thought it'd be, but he told himself he was going to take a walk or go crazy, so he was going to take a walk.

I wonder what it would be like to have the whole gang here on the island.

[/i] He thought, looking up at the sky that was so clear it looked like it would never rain again now. He shook his head, smiling a little. If his family were on the island, it would be a lot different with his parents walking around determining what exotic plant was what, his sisters wailing anxiously about their hair, and he and his brothers would probably just sit there and crack jokes or something.

He stepped on a sharp rock and made a mental note that next time he was stuck and exploring a deserted island, to remember to wear shoes. But when he looked back he couldn't see the plane any longer, so he just hopped along, whining in pain. The cut, of course, was hardly big enough to squeeze a drop of blood out of, but it was on the foot on his broken leg and he was feeling a little sensitive about it anyway. He hopped until he made it to a stream, then, not caring what he sat on as long as it wasn't sharp and wouldn't hurt his butt, he plopped down and stuck his sore foot into the running water. "Aahh, that feels good." He said aloud, closing his eyes and grinning.

Then he looked over and realized that he was not alone. He had a small blonde companion now, one who was most likely there before him. "Whoops, sorry. Am I disturbing you?" He asked, scratching the back of his head. Now he felt a little stupid for not looking around before he plopped, buuut there was nothing he could do about it now, he supposed. Unless she wanted him to move. Maybe he could remember her name. Gosh, what was it? He knew it once apon a time, didn't he? Candie? Marlie? Something like that, right? Oh, well, he'd remember in time he guessed.
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Status: done!
Credit: moi
Muse: meh, half full
Word count: 560 with codes
Tag: carlie :]
Song credit: the fray - over my head
Notes: hope it makes sense.. lol =]

[carlie chapel]

it's been in the past for awhile.

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it was real, it was right.[/font][/i]

but it burned to have to survive[/size][/color]
all that's left is all these ashes.[/font][/i]

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[/i] she blinked a few times, sitting upright and yawning. the voice sounded very familiar. after she was fully conscious, it was only then that she allowed herself to examine her surroundings.

she glanced first to her left, and then over to her right. it was only then that carlie caught sight of who she instantly pegged as the pilot. he was now looking in her direction as well. "whoops, sorry. am i disturbing you?" at his question, carlie gave a tired smile and shook her head. "no, it's fine." she replied. her eyes drifted down to the creek where her feet hung just inches above the water. they didn't even glaze it, she observed. it was probably for the best, however... the creek had a slight tinge of red in it now...

red... that typically meant blood. carlie's eyes widened at this realization. after glancing over her own feet, she realized that they were fine. she glanced up stream just a short distance and that was when she caught sight of the pilot's leg. his leg was the cause of the blood... it didn't look to be in the best condition. carlie glanced back to the pilot in attempt to remember his name. surely it had been mentioned once or twice before? "you're bleeding," was all that she managed to point out. she instantly turned slightly pink, realizing how stupid she had sounded by just stating the obvious right there. of course he was bleeding! that was probably why he had stuck his foot in the creek to begin with.

she looked back to the water, clearly flushed. swinging her legs gently, she brushed off her slight embarrassment. she always had been one to be easily embarassed... not to mention one that tended to state the obvious. she grinned sheepishly to herself as she glanced down at her reflection. well, at least she had managed to say something she supposed. glancing back up, she continued to smile sheepishly, before giving a slight nod at his leg. "what i meant to say was... are you alright?"


word count: 580 with code.
tagged: jared. =)
outfit: clickie
credit: haley loser face ` at caution 2.0 for the template.
status: done
jams: bottom of the ocean (miley cyrus)
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[jared clarkson]

i never knew that everything was falling through,

that everyone i knew was waiting on a queue.

The girl looked momentarily confused, but Jared could fully understand that, if someone popped out of nowhere while he was dozing off or daydreaming, or whatever she was doing, he probably would have been a little startled too. She looked tired, too. He hadn't slept the best he ever had, but he knew he slept better than half of the kids did. And everyone was so over dramatic about it all. It couldn't take too long for a search party to find them, right? Well, at least he for one was staying partially optimistic.

Subconciously, he stared at the water that was swirling around with his blood, a little disgusted by the fact that it was in fact, his own blood, when she spoke up. "You're bleeding." He looked back up with his signature grin and nodded slowly. "Yep, I am." He chuckled. "I stepped on a sharp rock on the way." He added, splashing it around a little out of pure boredom. Boredom. What were they supposed to do while they waited for rescue, sit and play patty cake? He had just thought of this, and was now deep in thought about it until she spoke again.

"What I meant to say was, are you alright?" She had said. "Huhmn? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." He grinned again, waving his unbroken arm around in a "forget it" way, out of habit. Most of the time he'd use his other arm to wave but it was a little occupied at the time, he mused as he turned to look at it, battered as it was. He had used some kid's shirt that they gave him as a sling since it was the only thing they could actually use, considering he hadn't brung many extra clothes since he was planning on flying home sooner than now.

Sooner than now actually being yesterday. He ran his hand through his hair anxiously, wondering what Ororo was thinking about all of this. She was probably past angry and disappointed by now, since it was supposed to be the best day of her life. Maybe the airport told them about the storm and how they missed their destination. Probably, now that he thought about. Did they think he was dead then? That would be weird. He shook his head free from the thoughts and looked back over the girl, trying to remember what her name was. Did she know what his name was? If he was going to be stuck on an deserted island, he'd rather know everyone and everyone know him. "I'm Jared.. in case you didn't know." He finally said, chuckling again.

Status: done!
Credit: moi
Muse: meh
Word count: 437 with codes. Dx
Tag: carlie :]
Song credit: the fray - over my head
Notes: noo gooood.

[carlie chapel]

it's been in the past for awhile.

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it was real, it was right.[/font][/i]

but it burned to have to survive[/size][/color]
all that's left is all these ashes.[/font][/i]

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[/i] at his explanation, the blond gave a nod as she looked up. he seemed to be having quite a bit of bad luck lately, she observed. one of his arms were bandaged, and the bleeding leg didn't look to be in the best of conditions. he'd probably taken the hardest impact of the crash.

"well, if you're sure." carlie gave a short response, eying him uncertainly. after studying him for just a few more seconds, she allowed her eyes to drift away again. she glanced across the bank at the woods on the other side. she wasn't sure how far they went, but she was sort of curious. they didn't seem to stop anytime soon. she wondered if there was any other people on this island... maybe on the other side of the thickening forest?

her thoughts were interrupted as the man answered her question. she glanced back to him, watching as he dismissed the idea of being hurt. he was grinning, though, and carlie couldn't help but to give a small genuine grin of her own. it wasn't like she could do too much to help him, anyway. it looked as if most of what could be done had been done. she was now realizing just how lucky she had been. with just a few scratches and bruises, carlie had been one of the few to make it off the plane in almost mint condition. she was happy for that. "yeah," she finally replied, smiling once more. "don't hesitate to ask if you need some help, though." she then added.

it fell silent for a few more seconds and carlie glanced back to the creek. she swung her legs gently once again as she considered what to say. but, then, he spoke once more and she didn't really have to decide. "i'm jared... in case you didn't know." he had said. she smiled slightly, the name seeming now familiar. she was sure she had been told it before, but she had forgotten. "you can call me carlie. you're the pilot, correct?"


word count: 586 with code.
tagged: jared. =)
outfit: clickie
credit: haley loser face ` at caution 2.0 for the template.
status: done
jams: bottom of the ocean (miley cyrus)
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[jared clarkson]

i never knew that everything was falling through,

that everyone i knew was waiting on a queue.

Jared looked down at the water his feet rested in, enjoying the feeling of the cold water rushing over his toes. At the sound of his new companion he turned his head back upwards and grinned widely once again. "I'm sure." He replied, shrugging nonchalantly. He relaxed and laid on his back, staring at the tops of the trees, wishing like crazy that he could climb on one like he used to, but his stupid leg prevented him from anything fun nowadays, he supposed. He closed his eyes to block out the sight, humming softly to himself, the song that had been stuck in his head all day, the Indiana Jones theme song. It was getting rather annoying after so long. But oh well.

It was actually rather peaceful on the little island so far, besides the fact that of course they were stranded on it. It actually would have been nice if his schedule wasn't so frigging jam packed back home. Otherwise, he would have been absolutely fine being trapped on a deserted island with no means of transportation back home. Well, mostly fine. He could deal without the drama and the screaming and the broken arm/leg, but he took what he could get, after all he was lucky to be alive. It was sure as heck better than have dying on the plane, that was always one of his worst fears. Dying on a plane or a motorcycle was something he would have never wanted, if anything he wanted to die old.

With a blatant and elongated yawn, he nodded to her concern carefreely. "Don't worry about me, doll." He smiled, his eyes still closed to block out the bright sunlight. "I'll be just fine." He put his left arm behind his head, propping it up from the hard rocks. By now he was refusing to think about what his sister thought, it was far too depressing. He just thought about whatever happened to pop into his head, which the first thing was, unsurprisingly for the man, his cat Tigger. Yes, he had named him all by himself last month and he was very happy with his naming choice, no matter what anyone else said.

He was silent as she was, wondering if he'd fed Tigger before he left and given him fresh water. He was almost positive he had and was almost positive he'd locked his door and had picked up his tux from the cleaners. Someone had, because he remembered particularly well that it was hanging up in his room but he didn't quite remember who it was who picked it up. Maybe it was delivered. He shook his head as he gave up, deciding maybe he'd think about it later.

Now, what were his last words to his friends and family? This thought might have seemed random to anyone else after thinking about a cat but for Jared it was completely natural and he was absolutely used to it. Let's see, he thought. I told mom and dad I loved them and I'd be back as soon as I could, I told Jacob I wouldn't miss Ororo's wedding for the world, I told Ororo herself that she was a worrywart and she needed to chill, Alex he was an idiot and I'd see him in a little while, Alice I loved her and her twin had something wrong in his head, he chuckled to himself a little there, remembering her fervent agreement. Hmm. Was that it? Maybe it was. At least that was all he cared to remember at the time.

Hearing the girl speak woke him up out of his daydreams and he opened his eyes and grunted disorientedly. Carlie. Her name was Carlie. He grinned again. "Nice to meet you then, Carlie." He replied good-humoredly, looking over in her direction again. "Yeah, I'm the pilot." He said, scratching the side of his head which was the only part he could reach, his hand being under it at the moment.

Status: done!
Credit: moi
Muse: recovering, haha
Word count: 662 with codes
Tag: carlie :]
Song credit: the fray - over my head
Notes: it was better =]