Mary anne cried out as Ryder set her on the ground.
"Are you ok?" he asked, looking worried. He had accidently set her on her bad foot.
"Yeah...I'll be ok." she gasped, trying to ease the pain. She noticed he wasn't wincing anymore, so to take his attention of of her, she asked, "Hey, is you side still hurting you?"
He winced. "No."
"Liar."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
He laughed. "Whatever."
"At least let me take a look at it." she said, reaching for his shirt. Grabbing it, she gently pulled him down next to her. Seated he grimaced at her as she lifted the shirt to reveal rock hard abs, lean waist and a gash about 6 inches long on his side. She gasped.
"See. i told you it was nothing." he replied cooly.
"Nothing? You have a 6 in. gash on your side, and you call that nothing?" Without thinking, she ran her fingers along his side, gently brushing teh gash.
"I'm sorry." he said.
"Sorry? Sorry for what?"
"For this." He leaned over and brushed his mouth over hers for a few seconds, before drawing back. He sttod up and walked off to help the guy they had met fish.
She just sat there stunned. She had never been kissed before.
Ryder smiled, that would make her forget about the cut for a while. He would have to wash it out later. He sat down and started to fish. "You worked fast to build shelter." He commented.
"Yup, figured I better get a move on things instead of just sitting around. YOu were doin good too get fire wood."
"Thanks, should've thought to come back here." He shrugged and yanked his stick forcing the hook into the fish that just bit his line. He pulled it out and took the fish off the hook tossing it in the bucket of water then throwing his line back in.
Ryder jerked his line again as the cork bobbed. He pulled the fish out of the water and frowned, it was to small to keep. He tossed it back in and then baited his line again throwing it in the water.
"Why'd you let that one go?" Mary Anne asked sitting down slowly.
"To small, he's still got to grow some more before he'll be good to eat." He smiled. He grabbed the last of the make shift poles and handed it to her after baiting it for her. "SEe if you can catch anything."
Ryder frowned, "What?" He shook his head, this girl was interesting. He left his pole where it was and grabbed her's putting her hands on it. He covered her hands iwth his and then helped her cast her line. "Watch the cork. When it bobs give the line a good jerk then pull it in." He said grabbing his line again and watching his own cork.
(too late for someone else to join? if i can heres my character)
Name- Roland (preffers not to tell people his last name)
Age- 21
Gender- Male
Description- Roland has short scruffy brown hair that always looks like he just got out of bed. He has
grey eyes. He is 5'8'' and weighs 178 lbs. Since he is in the military he is in good shape.
Personality- Roland is quiet. Most people would think he is shy but he is just the opposite, he just doesnt have alot to say. He strongly believes in doing what is right, but because of his disturbing shildhood his methods are less than honorable.
Other- He was born to no parents and lived on the streets. He was takin in by an old vietnam vet who taught him how to survive. When he was eighteen he saw a a group of guys harrasing a kid in the slums, he stepped in and killed one of the men. He was given the choice to join the army or go to jail. Roland joined the army. Now he is on relieve and is taking the cruise to unwind.
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
*ok you've both been added to the surviors of teh cruise. find someway to run itno us in the camp.*
*TN i can think of nothing for my part. im seriously having a dossy because its 9/11*
Emily rebecca sat on the tree, swinging her legs back and forth she could hear voices, she ran towards the voices. and found a few people sitting round a log,she stopped and breathed deeply and sighed, ''hey...........uh....'' she said
Every rose has it's thorn.. Just like every night has it's dawn.
I've matured a lot and I realised it was time to come back.. for good!
Alan stared up from the fire as a girl ran at them.
(People are coming up like mushrooms) He thought.
He smiled and stood up, he walked to the girl.
"Hey. I'm Alan. Who r you?" Alan smiled brightly at the girl.
The girl looked at him for a moment "I'm Emily."
Alan still looked at her intensively "Hello Emily." Alan said
To copy reality is good... But to create reality is much, much better. -Giuseppe Verdi-
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