Bristling slightly at his rude words she glared at him. "Sorry but I was more interested in helping your sorry ass over here, I wasn't really paying attention" She replied haughtily. "Also I don't want to drink your water, who knows what diseases you've got" She smirked as she said it, chuckling inwardly, she found herself quite funny at times. When he get up she watched him, slightly insulted he was leaving. When he beckoned her over she felt some relief, she really didn't want to be alone, even if the company wasn't great, she would rather be with someone than no one.

She walked over and sat down, once again sitting on the sand, leaning back on her hands and putting her legs out she sighed with irritation. "People must be looking for us right, I mean my father must have realised I'm missing right?" She sat up again her heart beating wildly. "My father wouldn't have not noticed" she ran her hands through her hair. "I'm too important to just go missing, he'll have contacted some people" She nodded, speaking more to herself than the others.

When the remainder of the sand had exited his mouth, via lips or throat, Vince lay motionless for a few moments before hearing the voice of the brat from earlier. His eyes slid open and his ears had once again, not betrayed his mind. There she was, sitting in front of him. It almost came as a shock towards the man and she hadn't repeated the same question. 'Do you want me to help', the ridiculous sentence rang in his ears as he was helped to a sitting position. Was it possible that she wasn't a slow as he thought at the start? Vince nodded towards the girl, and had parted his lips to thank her. Of course, before he could breath a word she had darted away. The man sighed. Nope.

Again, he sat and watched everyone else. It was amazing how the other survivors were barely injured at all, able to be running about a crossed the sand like some life guard fresh off their perch. Figures it was the most injured guy Vince could find was the one who was slowly making his way over, after the brunette had seemed to irritate him. "And you look like hell paid you a visit." He smirked slightly "Not many people here worth anything. However, I can see from that from-" Vince had started up again, quickly scanning the suit the man wore. "-Your choice in apparel. That we share a class." He finished taking the water bottle when the offer came up and took one swig of the thing. It felt cool running down his throat making him want another, but he just handed the bottle back off. "Not a bad idea. My name's Vincent, yours?" He asked after the man finished his rant about attitude.

Reece laughed a bit at the mans statement, "Just another battle-scar, my friend." Although if he were being honest, it'd probably be the only scar he'd gotten since childhood. Of all places to get one too, it just had to be his forehead. So much for his stunning good looks. He puffed up a bit, well as much as he could, when the man commented on his choice of wear. "Well it is some of the best from the D'angelo line. Custom ordered." He held the collar of the jacket, as if showing of a fine piece of art. To a more common person it was just another suit, but to those well educated it was a display of good fashion, not to mention good fortune. Reece had a feeling he was going to get along with this guy. Taking the bottle back placed on the ground beside him. "Reece Davies, pleasure," He spoke with a clear sense of superiority. Turning to face the girl he gave a slightly perplexed look, "That's right, you never did give me your] name, girl." He cut off her little monologue with the statement. Reece didn't want to hear about their prospects of rescue just yet. It was just depressing, and they had enough of that going on around them as it was. When things had calmed down a bit, then maybe they could worry about things like that.

Pulling the loose elastic from his hair and readjusting his low ponytail. As his ponytail fell smoothly against his shoulder blades Vince smirked. This man was indeed someone he would want to get to know, and well. For the first time in a long time, Vince had found a piece that barely did its wearer any justice, perhaps it was the just from the crash, or that it was an old model. The new one was packed on a different plane, and going to arrive in Italy without him. "That man's work is brilliant, although your suit is in a little out dated, by choice or have you not gotten your hands on his new make?" Vince of course, knew that the new line had only been advertised in america, not yet released unless he made it personally. With the introduction of the man Vince smiled. He had seen this name on many order forms in the past. The man only half listened to the girl. Rushing into things. "The least of our worries help. Even if 'daddy' did sent help it wouldn't get here til late." He commented before turning His attention to Reese, leaning forward slightly "Reese Davis, as in Davis Shipping?" He asked raising a brow in curiosity. If this man was who he thought, maybe this could still work out.

Krystal looked at the man, rolling her eyes slightly and then moving to lay on her back. "It's Krystal Gel-" She stopped mid-sentence. Thinking it over she realized it was best to be honest with them. "Cassandra Landucci" She muttered quietly, casting her eyes downwards. These people would know who she was, well who her father was. He was famous for being the most ruthless football player in the entire country. "My Father is Karl, the football player" She groaned rolling her eyes before they asked. She hated people knowing who she was. She knew these men would probably not know who he was, something which relived her.

(sorry for the short reply, i'm off to a+e)

Marissa was laying in her hammock she just built and she then took her guitar then tried to play it.She was so sad and started singing while playing the guitar.

"I am here.... Stucked on this island

Hundreds of miles away from civilization

There is no food,no water and no rescue" she sang

"Hahahahahahaha! I must be getting crazy" Marissa laughed realizing that she is losing hope.She then cleared her voice.She stands up and louders her voice

"Don't lose hope because we're alive

We have to work together to survive in this island

In this situation, We are like ants working together to survive" then she continued to sing out of her feelings

"Let's Survive" Marissa ended her song

Reece let out a whistle when the girl introduced herself, "Daang, maybe you were first class then." It was pretty surprising, he had expected Karls daughter to be more... rugged looking. Very sporty, like her father. Reece had worked with the man before, it was his trucks that distributed the footballers novelty jerseys. Quite a deal that had turned out to be, he made millions off of it. It certainly helped that Landucci's agent wasn't the brightest and agreed to obscenely high stipend, not that Reece minded. He listened to the injured man berate the girl as she went on about help. "People are definitely looking for us," He said putting particular emphasis on the fact he was referring to the three of them specifically. "But Vincie here's right, they won't get here till night. Maybe not even until morning." He looked like he was contemplating something, "We should worry about getting through the night, rescue and help will come second to that."

Suddenly a woman who had situated herself about as far from the other survivors as possible started singing, quite loudly too. Reece cringed, his head still throbbing from his likely concussion. It seemed to only amplify the pain that seared through his brain. Turning around in his spot, he looked to where the girl stood. She had apparently set herself up her own little camp. "Oi!" He shouted for her attention, "Shaddup will ya? Some people have headaches here y'know!" Reeces voice echoed throughout the small hovel of survivors to the girl. Most people had head injuries and undoubtedly suffered from headaches that matched his own and needed rest. Others too were trying to sleep off other injuries, and having someone belting at them wasn't helping. Not at the moment, anyway.

Nodding as she listened to what he said, she realized he was right. "I um- I go by the name Krystal by the way" Shrugging slightly, she continued "I don't like my name really". She shrugged again then looked towards the sea. "I'm meant to be on a beautiful beach surronded by hunky waiters and cocktails by now" she groaned rolling onto her stomach and propping herself up with her arms to look at the two men.

When Reece began to shout at the woman who was singing she giggled, trying to stifle her laughter. "We need to find shelter" She gasped, sitting up suddenly "What are we going to do if night comes and we're not prepared" Krystal ran her hands through her hair, grabbing it slightly. They had only been on the island for about eight hours now and she was already exhausted, she just wanted to lay down and sleep. "Do you think we'd be safe to just sleep here, I mean there's lots of people we don't know here". She looked around "Like these people could be like, anyone, they could do anything to us and nobody would ever know"

Tyler did what he could to help out the others. Whether it was moving pieces of the plane, helping provide medical assistance, or just holding someone's hand as they had a shard of metal pulled out of them. Tyler wanted to be as useful as possible because he knew that this was going to be home for the foreseeable future. Tyler found a pack of peanuts on the ground along with a bottle of water.

He picked up the peanuts and the water and said, "Well considering our situation this might as well be steak at the top of the Ritz." Just then he saw a child shivering and cold. Tyler rolled his eyes and said under his breath, "I know I know do the right thing time." Tyler walked back to where he was sitting and went into the cabin for a moment. He grabbed a blanket and walked over to the child.

Tyler said, "Hey you look like you could use this" He gave the child the blanket, the peanuts, and the water.

The child replied taking the items, "Thank you."

Tyler noticed that the child couldn't have been more than 10 and was wearing a set of pilot's wings. Tyler asked, "What's your name?"

The child replied, "Jacob."

Tyler sat down and said, "Hi Jacob. I'm Tyler. You by yourself?"

Jacob shook his head and said, "No sir Mr. Tyler. My mom went to find Mr. Fluffy."

Tyler asked, "Mr. Fluffy?"

Jacob nodded and said, "My stuffed animal. He's a parrot and he keeps me company on trips like this. We we're flying to England to see my dad. My parents are divorced and I was gonna spend some time with my dad."

Tyler nodded and said, "Ahh how long has your mom been gone?"

Jacob shook his head and said, "Not a long time. She's right over there." Jacob pointed to the mid-section of the plane. Tyler could see a woman about mid 30's moving about and Tyler said, "Bet she finds him."

Jacob nodded and said, "I hope so. My Grammy gave it to me and she says it used to belong to my mom's younger sister. She died in a car accident with my Granddad, so it means a lot to us."

Tyler nodded and replied, "Sounds like it." The two sat there and listened to the waves crashing in the background for a few more minutes, and just then Tyler saw the woman bolt from the plane waving a stuffed animal. Jacob smiled and Tyler smiled as well.

Jacob said, "Yes!" The mother knelt down and gave Jacob the parrot. They embraced each other and Tyler started to make a discreet exit. Jacob said, "This is great mom. I got Mr. Fluffy and I made a new friend Tyler."

Tyler gave a slight nod and said, "Hello ma'am."

The woman stood up and saw what Tyler had given to Jacob. She said, "Hi Samantha Carlson. Thank you for the food and blanket, and for keeping Jacob company."

Tyler shook his head and said, "Not a problem." Samantha turned her attention back to her son and Tyler walked away.

Tyler saw a young lady with a make shift hammock singing, and Tyler shrugged his shoulders and said, "Now that's an idea."

Tyler went back to the luggage area and with found a sharp piece of metal. He used it to cut some luggage netting and walked over to the grove of coconut trees. He looked at the young lady after she finished singing and said, "Wow I hope the 9 o'clock is just as good as this one." He tied one end of the netting to one tree and the other end to another tree.

Tyler climbed in his new "bed" and said, "I claim this land for Spain."