waniandmoon: (oh yeah I knew that)
Vincent Howell Alexander ([personal profile] waniandmoon) wrote in [community profile] castadrift2012-03-09 06:35 pm
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Vincent is trying desperately not to lose hope, but he has the tired feeling that he's fighting a losing battle.

Rescue should have arrived by now.

He's reading his text messages again, sitting on the beach, just at the edge of the forest. He's been careful to try and conserve power in his phone, turning it on only once in a while on the impossible chance that he will get a signal.

There is never a signal.

He's probably memorized the last few conversations he's had with anyone of emotional importance, and he knows he's just torturing himself rereading them. He wonders what the queue of messages will look like if -- no, when -- they are rescued and returned to civilization.

With a sigh, he drops the phone onto the sand and stares up at the irritatingly empty sky, as if through sheer will power he can imagine a rescue plane into being.
allbarkandnobite: (pondering)

[personal profile] allbarkandnobite 2012-03-13 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
If only that could work. There would be a million planes at this island by this point.

Kaoru is walking along the edges of the forest. It's less a walk than it is a ramble as he eyes the various plant life for anything he doesn't recognize or seems out of place. The whole point of leaving the United States in the first place was to get real data in order to base his senior thesis on. That is defunct ... but that doesn't mean he can't do something to salvage that.

Being able to research an ecological system that no one has studied before! It is nearly worth it. It would be worth it, if he knew when the end of it would be.

And if he didn't have to live off of coconuts.

He just barely notices Vincent. It isn't entirely unexpected - no one moves that far away so coming across people is fairly common - but it still makes him pause.

"Hello! Sunbathing?"