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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"
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"
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)
(sorry for the short reply, i'm off to a+e)
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.
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.
Krystal glared at the man, quite insulted at the mans insulting assumption that she was in coach. "No actually, I was in first, I was stuck under some debris from the plane but luckily I was helped out." She shook her head when offered the water "You have it" she muttered quietly "I don't share bottles.... I don't really like germs". Watching him pull down his shirt she looked away, giving him some privacy, she pretended not to see his bruises. "Where were you heading? She asked "Before the plane crashed, I mean". Looking about, Krystal averted her gaze from the families crying over the many deaths. It made her uncomfortable, all the emotions they were so effortlessly showing each other. She'd never had that closeness before, well with her father, but even that was.... uncomfortable.
Krystal watched the man who had earlier been so rude to her, double over in pain. She got up quickly, going over and helping him sit up. "Here you go" she mumbled. She held onto him for a few moments more, making sure he was ok before she got up and left. Making her way back to the man she had been speaking to earlier. "What is your name?"
Krystal watched the man who had earlier been so rude to her, double over in pain. She got up quickly, going over and helping him sit up. "Here you go" she mumbled. She held onto him for a few moments more, making sure he was ok before she got up and left. Making her way back to the man she had been speaking to earlier. "What is your name?"
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Krystal looked at the man, startled by his rudeness, but when the other woman came. Piper was it? She could only watch and smirk as he screamed out in pain. "Karma douchebag" she muttered, flicking her hair as she sauntered off. Bored of helping now, she decided to take a look around the wreckage, noticing some luggage she started to scramble through it, looking for her own suitcases. Finding them she gave a yell of happiness, she began to pull them out, carefully avoiding the wreckage, trying not to knock it, in fear that it may fall on her. Once all her luggage was out she dragged it to a safe place, dropping to her knees she sorted through everything, looking for her nail file she began to file her nails. As she did the relaxing task, she watched, intrigued by the way everyone was hurrying about to help each other. Where she came from you helped yourself and only yourself.
After watching for about ten more minutes, Krystal decided she was bored again and got up, walking slowly around where the injured had gathered she watched them all cry. Noticing a little girl who seemed to be dying alone, Krystal felt her heartstrings pull and was deciding whether she should go and hold the little girls hand when she watched another woman sit with the little girl and comfort her. A sense of relief washed over her, glad she did not have to perform such a disturbing task. Sitting with the dead was something she wasn't very sure she wanted to do. Noticing her tummy begun to rumble Krystal made her way back to the bags, wanting to find the food she had stowed away. She had sat down and begun to eat when she noticed some people watching her. With only slight regret in her heart, Krystal gathered all the food up that she had and took it over to them, setting it down and then walking away, ignoring the thanks she received. She wasn't interested in making friends with these people, she only had to play nice for a few hours, as surely there must be a rescue team out looking for them already.
Krystal had grown bored of watching everyone, now the chaos had begun to die down, they were a lot less entertaining to watch, before it had been like a dramtic T.V show and now it was like a boring infomercial. She watched people hurry around and tend to the bodies and decided to make her way over, to find something to pass the time. Noticing a man who was in the sand on all fours Krystal walked over and helped him, cringing slightly when the blood began to drip onto her bare skin. Clearing her throat she helped him over to where the survivors were sitting and helped him onto one of the blankets. "Wait a sec" she mumbled, hopping up and grabbing a bottle of water, she passed it to him and then sank into the sand next to him, not on the blanket.
"How are you feeling?" she inquired "How's your head".
After watching for about ten more minutes, Krystal decided she was bored again and got up, walking slowly around where the injured had gathered she watched them all cry. Noticing a little girl who seemed to be dying alone, Krystal felt her heartstrings pull and was deciding whether she should go and hold the little girls hand when she watched another woman sit with the little girl and comfort her. A sense of relief washed over her, glad she did not have to perform such a disturbing task. Sitting with the dead was something she wasn't very sure she wanted to do. Noticing her tummy begun to rumble Krystal made her way back to the bags, wanting to find the food she had stowed away. She had sat down and begun to eat when she noticed some people watching her. With only slight regret in her heart, Krystal gathered all the food up that she had and took it over to them, setting it down and then walking away, ignoring the thanks she received. She wasn't interested in making friends with these people, she only had to play nice for a few hours, as surely there must be a rescue team out looking for them already.
Krystal had grown bored of watching everyone, now the chaos had begun to die down, they were a lot less entertaining to watch, before it had been like a dramtic T.V show and now it was like a boring infomercial. She watched people hurry around and tend to the bodies and decided to make her way over, to find something to pass the time. Noticing a man who was in the sand on all fours Krystal walked over and helped him, cringing slightly when the blood began to drip onto her bare skin. Clearing her throat she helped him over to where the survivors were sitting and helped him onto one of the blankets. "Wait a sec" she mumbled, hopping up and grabbing a bottle of water, she passed it to him and then sank into the sand next to him, not on the blanket.
"How are you feeling?" she inquired "How's your head".
It's fine, don't worry about it.
Krystal dragged herself out hurriedly, clawing at the sand. "My nails" she mumbled to herself as she finally mumbled to herself. Looking at the woman who rescued her, Krystal smiled and nodded "Um... Thank you very much" She said quietly, looking around awkwardly. Thank you was something Krystal barely said, and it felt strange coming out of her mouth. She looked around at the chaos the crash had caused and felt tears form in her eyes. "What should we do about the bodies?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly as she looked at the body of a mother cradling her child. Turning away from the wreckage, Krystal looked at her savior "there must be more people needing our help right?".
Krystal then noticed the pain across her stomach, pulling her top up slightly, she looked at the gash and decided it could be left until later.
Krystal walked around the huge crash site, looking for any signs of other survivors, seeing a man still strapped into his seat, with a rod going through his leg. Krystal looked at the man "Um apparently... You're like not meant to take that stuff out or something, because it could be stopping you from bleeding it out" Krystal shrugged helplessly "I don't know though, do you want me to help you out?" Krystal looked over to where the other Survivors had slowly begun to congregate, the only people who were there, were the ones who were too weak or too injured to help. "You could probably put some of your weight on me and I could take you there, and I could find someone with training who knows what to do" She suggested, playing with the ends of her hair nervously.
Krystal looked at the mans thigh, the bar seemed to be in there quite deep. She looked away quickly, she had never been that good with blood and gore.Though for now she'd have to stick it out.
Krystal then noticed the pain across her stomach, pulling her top up slightly, she looked at the gash and decided it could be left until later.
Krystal walked around the huge crash site, looking for any signs of other survivors, seeing a man still strapped into his seat, with a rod going through his leg. Krystal looked at the man "Um apparently... You're like not meant to take that stuff out or something, because it could be stopping you from bleeding it out" Krystal shrugged helplessly "I don't know though, do you want me to help you out?" Krystal looked over to where the other Survivors had slowly begun to congregate, the only people who were there, were the ones who were too weak or too injured to help. "You could probably put some of your weight on me and I could take you there, and I could find someone with training who knows what to do" She suggested, playing with the ends of her hair nervously.
Krystal looked at the mans thigh, the bar seemed to be in there quite deep. She looked away quickly, she had never been that good with blood and gore.Though for now she'd have to stick it out.
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