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Thread: Deserted Island

Kim-Ly smiled as the girl took the coconut and began drinking the liquid from inside the white shell. As the young lady drank she began to drink out of her coconut. She gulped down the sweet liquid, approximately eight ounces, and looked around to spot anything that might be useful to their survival. Kim-Ly knew that they would need another source of water as too much coconut water would create a laxative effect and cause diarrhea, which was not could for staying hydrated. After the teen had finished drinking, Kim-Ly noticed she was pointing to her self and saying a few words that were unknown to kim. But as she repeated the word Asta, Kim-Ly figured that was her name. Bn l Asta? Ti l Kim-Ly. She said pointing to the pale woman in front of her for the first part before copying Asta and placing her hand on her chest for the second half. Kim-Ly She repeated tapping on her chest gently. As she attempted to introduce her self to the female of unknown origin, Kim-Ly noticed a figure waving in the background. Nhn! nhng ngi! Chng ta khng c n! C nhng ngi sng st khc! The young Vietnamese woman exclaimed, her voice showing signs of excitement and joy. Kim knew it would be easier to survive if there were others because they could work together to gather the resources that they need as well as conserve some energy by not having to do everything by themselves. She pointed to the figures of in the distance. No! Cho php h ly nc da! Kim-Ly exclaimed grabbing two more fresh coconuts and began walking towards the other survivors. She made a waving signal to Asta in hopes she would stick with her. Kim-Ly felt bad for the young girl because she knew how hard it can be to live in a tropical place and judging by the girls clothing that hung from the palm tree the girl wasn't from a tropical place so it would be a bit more difficult for the young teen. Kim-Ly continued to walk over to the two figures in the distance. She placed one coconut under her arm and held it in place between her elbow and her rib cage. She took the other coconut and began husking it the same way she did with the previous two, by bitting down into the shell and getting a good grip before pulling away ripping of large strips of the fibrous cover. She repeated the process until it was just the white shell underneath that remained before switching it out with the other one and repeating the process. She looked over her shoulder occasionally to check up on the young girl she had just met to make sure she was still okay. Do you want some coconut water? Its sweet and will help if you are thirsty. Kim-Ly said as she approached the other couple holding out the two coconuts for them. Of course they still needed to be broken open to reach the sweet nectar inside. She had a gentle smile on her face as she waited for a response from the two.
Thread: Deserted Island

Giulia walked toward the moving figures in the distance, feeling the scorching sun over her pale skin and the white sand, so soft and hot under her feets at each quick step. For a brief moment, her brown eyes looked at her left, seeing the lush forest, coconuts palms and tropical trees. On her right, the sea. Or was it the ocean? Starting from the slightest of turquoises of hues near the shore, to the deepest blue at the horizon. Squinting her eyes at the horizon, she spotted, from wave to wave, flashes of bright coloured pieces, certainly broken plates of the aircraft and its content. As to shake the cursed thought of the plane crash from her mind, the curvy girl kept her eyes in front of her until, step by step, she started to notice the first features of the walking being, walking with open-wide arms, as if carrying something underneath them. In the final steps, Giulia ran toward the figure until she saw the lines of an asian woman. C-ciao... said the italian girl with an hinted wave of her hand, again, for what started to seem a cruel joke of the fate, she too spoke an uncomprensible grabbelot of words that flew right over Giulia's ears, that, instead kept looking at her. With a quick glance at the asian woman, she seemed friendly, and kind too... eyes do not lie but there was something almost surreal about the whole situation. Giulia remained silent for a second ...ma che...oh...saremo mica morti, vero? ... asked her in disbelief A plane crash... only those four seemingly survived... everything else was gone and they, for what they knew, were lost somewhere on the planet... and still... she felt a strange lack of fear, grief, sadness, desperation, abandon. ...siamo tutti morti... oppure The girl kept thinking to herself adjusting the thick frame of her glasses ...oppure non ce ne siamo ancora resi conto... The rational part of her brain awoke, and, reassured by the more comfortable thought of being still under shock rather than dead, she tried to smile back at the asian girl in front of her, also opening her arms wide and shrugged ...non capisco...
Thread: Deserted Island

Kim-Ly, Asta was pretty sure it was her name though the tongue she spoke had intonations that were so foreign to her she wasn't sure where one word ended and another began. There were also a lot of rising and falling sounds and it sounded partially angry because of the sounds the words, she was pretty sure they were words, ended on were combative to Asta's ears, especially when Kim-Ly sounded excited like she had before taking off across the beach. She had stopped for more of the white fleshed fruit and Asta paid careful attention to how the tall woman gathered and prepared it. Among her people there wasn't really a concept of teacher and student. You learned by doing, by helping and watching and serving as an apprentice but the relationship wasn't formalized and strict. It just was and anyone could work with anyone else and expect to be shown how to do things by doing them, by making mistakes. Kim-Ly knew how to harvest the strange food so Asta learned from her and even though she wasn't totally sure about it yet, she had an inkling of what a coconut was and how to harvest one. If only she had her knife! That had been required to be checked with her baggage and it had been explained that it was because people got in fights on the plane and tried to crash them. Maybe that's what happened? But still, if she'd been allowed to keep her knife on her belt it would be with her now and she'd have the most basic, essential tool of her people. It wasn't fair. Kim-Ly seemed like a natural leader and Asta wondered if it was because she felt at home on this land. Certainly she knew how to find food and drink and she'd only know that if she lived here, or someplace very much like here. If they were in her lands, Asta would take the same role, like when Ingrid had first come to live with them and Ingrid's home was much closer to Asta's than Asta's was to where they'd crashed. Content to follow for the moment, and very much not wanting to be alone, Asta kept up with the tall woman and was with her when they met the two new people. One was a girl, like them, well a woman anyway. She was older than Asta and was shorter than Kim-Ly. Her glasses made her look smart, like she spent a lot of time looking closely at things and squinting so she needed them and Asta wondered what she did with her people. The other was a man, a city man with the body of a city man. It wasn't bad, it just meant he ate more grains than meat and she would do the same thing if it was more readily available. Eyes somewhere between blue and green seemed kind enough so Asta give him a smile before looking expectantly at Kim-Ly. It didn't bother her that no one spoke her language. Ingrid had said that there were less than fifty thousand people who did, and it took a bit of thinking of how many reindeer that was to make sense of a number so large. None of them looked like a Finn either, and the way they gathered together willingly also told her they weren't Finns so no chance of having some words in common either. But surely they could talk to each other, right? They didn't look the same but maybe that was normal here.
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The Italian woman indicated him to walk so they could meet those figures, and even if he could manage and had an easier time with each step, his body was still feeling numb. He followed the full figured woman until they met the other two people halfway through, a couple of women. One of them looked Asian, her shorts and tank top giving her an adventurous look complemented by the fact that she was carrying two coconuts that she seemed to be offering to them. He regretted not knowing English, although who knew if those people talked it, at least he could have tried to. The other woman, way younger than the rest of them was almost like a ghost, a snowflake trapped on a tropical island with her pale... everything. Alejandro soon noticed that even if she seemed young and her height and round face made her look cute, what could be seen of her body on that odd long shirt she was wearing betrayed a way better physique than his soft one. Noticing that he had been staring at the unusual figure, he averted his eyes and was about to mindlessly accept the coconut from the other one when he ended up aware that he didn't have anything to open it. Ay que joderse, si tuviera mis cuchillos aqu... he mumbled, regretful, then his face illuminated for a moment, looking at the sea. Crouching by the sand, he took a nearby stick and tried to focus. Acabar en una isla jugando al puto pictionary, si me vieran mis amigos se iban a partir el culo sighed, starting to draw with it in the sand. Alejandro traced a rectangle with kind of a handle on top, then pointed at the luggage spilled around the shore and close to the plane's tail. A ver si seguimos teniendo suerte he said. He made a gesture of grabbing things, then pulling them to his chest. Unsure if it was working, perhaps it would be better if he tried to make an example of himself. Alejandro went into the water, grabbed the closest luggage that floated around and dragged it to the safety of the sand. They would need everything they could get, and for a moment he wished that he could find his suitcase, and is had something not only important for him, but also useful for the group if they were to stay there for a while until rescued. The movement was suiting him fine, and even if it was tiresome, it was better than being lying down on the sand. He was thirsty as hell, but without a way to open those things he would have to endure.
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Everyone had something to do and everyone was doing it. True to the independent, self-assured leader that Asta believed Kim-ly to be, the tall Vietnamese woman was soon hammering and digging and generally making something and doing something, though Asta didn't understand. The girl with the glasses had wandered off into the interior of the island, she thought it was an island anyway, and Asta soon lost sight of her. That left the man with the foresight to try to draw something in the sand to overcome their language problems. Him she worried about. It wasn't that he seemed a little soft, that was just because he probably lived in a big city, maybe as big as Jokkmokk!, and that he probably had a job like Ingrid's. The researcher had been the same way when she'd first come to them but a few months of moving with her people and eating their diet soon made Ingrid sleek and svelte and she'd turned more than one Sami boy's head. Asta figured that honestly it was probably a good thing the man had a little cushion, the slight layer of fat would be useful energy in this place where other than the dubious promise of fish and the few coconuts gathered so far meant they'd all be living lean. It wouldn't be the first time for her. Kim-Ly was being industrious, the other girl was out of sight, and the nice man was working harder than his physique suggested he could. That was what worried Asta, knowing how exhausted the experience had made her feel and how the man seemed to move like he was not fully well. He could be bleeding inside and not even know it, or collapse in the water and then have to be pulled out. There were times to work and times not to work and he needed not to work. Asta waited until he brought the next luggage up then her fingers twined across his on the handle and she smiled at him, then lifted the weight of it and helped him move it out of the edge of the water. Instead of letting him drop it just beyond the surf, Asta tugged on it and nodded her head towards a stand of the curved trunk white fruit water trees. Another tug and head nod, and a wave of her free hand, and she tried to persuade him to let her lead him under the shade and pile the luggage there. Boahtit, she urged him with her voice. Boahtit. and she pulled on the handle again, but kept her fingers on his so he wouldn't let go and would come along with her.
Thread: Deserted Island

Not too far away from the group, Giulia started to walk toward them, see if she could help with a task as she spotted what would do a fine place where to rest and make a sort of base-camp, seeing the asian woman digging with the face of who knows what is doing and the other two moving luggages from the waters to the sandy beach, she had the impression that they really were in vacation... nobody had felt sorrow... or shock... or maybe they were just lieing to themselves and hiding a fragile and shattered heart but keeping a strong appearance, maybe it was a silent primitive survivalist instinct, not to scare the others and try to keep all the pieces together. Suddently, the man that was drawing something on the sand with the nordic girl fell on the ground, Giulia gasped and immediately started to move and reach them, but the same nordic girl, almost effortlessly, helped the spanish guy to move under the fresher trees, his legs clearly heavy and difficult to move. Panting, the italian girl appeared and, with a nod of her chin, indicated the man ...che successo? asked her naturally looking the two, realizing a few seconds later, with the lack of feedback on her question and the empty eyes of the two that heard her question. eddai per! thought her cursing the linguistic barrier of the group she then indicated that she saw him fall on the ground and being dragged there, Giulia then passed an hand on her forehead, emitting a groan of pain and grimacing, as if something was hurting her, then, pointed him again, hoping that he was not going to die under their eyes due to an internal damage or a heat-stroke... that would be a real danger given their undreadyness in that climate... as, at the moment, the only one that could keep the group alive was the asian one and her ability on handling coconuts and... squinting her eyes, she saw her digging near the shoreline...
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The young Asian woman noticed him collapse and immediately stopped what she was doing. She had built a sand wall about four feet tall around the hole so it would be strong enough to stand the waves of the incoming tide. She took her makeshift machete and grabbed one of the coconuts she had already husked. Kneeling down in the shade in front of him, she put the coconut on the ground in front of her and held it with one hand the other grasping the rugged machete made from salvaged metal in the air. ngc! Ti ni vi bn ung t da! Nhng khng c bn ch cn bt u ly ti ngay! Bn cn nc ngay by gi! She said rapidly her tone emitted a sound of frustration, worry, and I told you so. With one swing she cut about a three fourths of the way through the shell. She pushes the blade away from the coconut breaking off the top of the shell. By gi ung! she said holding up the coconut to him. She looked into his eyes with a look of concern. It is very possible that he could be injured internally. Which would result in a slow painful death.
Thread: Deserted Island

Giulia barely managed to understand something, importante, that wordi was the same in her language, probably even in the pale girl's one as she dashed away from the group and approached the foaming waves of the endless ocean. There, she saw the girl removing her heavy boots, expectable passed in her mind but soon, her belt followed them... and again, her long shirt fell to the ground and, with a blow of the wind, danced away... Giulia looked at the pale figure in front of her, squinting her eyes, she gasped by seeing her utter nudity... her young, pert breasts and the shine of the sun over her gold hairs... and thenthe, like a mirage, she jumped into the water. The curvy italian looked in that direction, startled non pensavo che... esibizionista... o naturale... io non... bho... thought herof, pondering if the young and silent girl hid a vein of, exibitionism... or she was just naturally doing... something natural? Afterall... nobody should feel uncomfortable for its body. Giulia gulped, and with a jump catched the flying skirt of the nordic beauty. She looked at her, swimming and, grabbing baggage after. Baggage, without fear, without whines... one, two, four, six ofe them. So quick... they allare felt, like mesmerized by that spectacle of Natural might and naturality until... ha trovato qualcosa! said her pointing at the girl, that smiled and wavedi at them. Soon, she returned carrying the luggage with her open arms, spotting her, young and pert breasts bouncing at each step until she bent and placed the baggage at his feets with a smile... uhhhh.... Giulia did not know what to say... she have been so great and strong... and her body... not a trace of shame ran over her. Still, she handed her her long shirt, placing it over her dripping body covering her ...uh... q-questo tuo...
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He was rich. That was the only explanation for the wealth of steel the man displayed, unless he was a smith but Asta doubted it, the inference she drew being that he would be much more heavily muscled in the arms and chest, and probably have burn marks on them from practicing his craft. Much like their often times neighbors the Finns, the Sami held a special place for if not reverence of knives then at least they placed great value in them for their survival and every day chores. To have so many knives, ones that sparkled like icicles hanging from birch boughs in the aurora bright nights, meant that the man was very rich. He even had a special roll for them, a flexible temple to their sharp edges and angular shapes, that he showed reverence to, an impression that was only heightened by the emotion she saw spill from his eyes and run down his cheeks. It wasn't the cooling wind on her saltwater dampened skin or the flutter of her shirt across her bare flesh that stroked goosebumps into her flesh but the way he offered her one of his knives, offered it with both hands in a gesture of...what? Thanks? Humility? Gratitude? She didn't know for sure, but Asta did realize the moment was special to the both of them. Just as he had used two hands to offer it, Asta received it with both of her own and left their hands touching, fingers almost intertwined, until both of them felt it was the right moment to pull away. As the moment broke, Asta laughed with the delight of it and reached out with her off hand to tap Alejandro on the chest. Alejandro, she said, accent mangling the pronunciation of his name. Alejandro, she repeated, tapping him again and then taking his own hand in hers and putting it on her chest, nestled just above her young breasts. Asta. Asta, each time accompanying it with a tap against her chest. Alejandro. Asta. Nodding and smiling she pointed to the tall Viet woman. Kim-Ly. Asta, a tap on her own chest, Kim-Ly, she waved towards the coconut whisperer, Alejandro, her hand touched his chest and then she turned towards Giulia. The woman was very pretty, Asta thought, and had curves she envied, wishing that she wasn't so up and down straight compared to Giulia's womanly curves. Asta, Kim-Ly, Alejandro, each name was said slowly as she pointed to each of them in turn, ending with her finger pointing at Giulia and an expectant look in her pale blue eyes. Asta's eyebrows rose as she hunched her shoulders and neck up to meet, asking a worldess question she hoped the woman understood. In the distant, lost to her ears by the breeze and surf, the whistle blew again.
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To her surprise, he an that seemed wounded and still in pain, moved his trembling arms toward the pale girl, in a message that humans must have in their primal area of the brain the untraducible message that declares the need of comfort from another human. As the pale girl reacted ot that invitation without further explaination and hugged him, Giulia heard his voice broken by emotions. The way the spanish guy reacted in front of that red trolley was something she would have never expected in front of her salt-encrusted glasses she saw a man passing from pain to...the understandable look of mesmerized awkwardice in front of the nude girl, to clear joy and gratitude... now, she saw himthe open the baggage withat trembling hands, like if hethe was handling a reliquiary, until, with tears in his eyes, extracted a roll of cloth and indicated the name on it. Alejandro thought the italian girl as the spanish fumbled with that cloth. she already saw what those rolls are, but never, neither the most famous cookers had such embroidery works on its own thinking that he must be famousa or indeed rich to allow such a posh decoration... Once open, a number of knives shone like cold ice sabers, sending light shines over their bodies. Giulia followed his hands picking up one of them, and, full of emotions, offered it to the pale girl, that, sharing his emotions, took it in her hands. Still... the nerdyness of Giulia noticed their hands locking together for a long while, she tried to imagine this as a way to communicate emotions and, gratitude without words. After they broke, she saw the nordic beauty smile and tapped him, saying his name but seeing her pale hand moving his, barely over her chest... ...che innocenza... thought her with a sighsmile, seeing her ingenuous innocence for her act, without malice or lure, thinking that she was indeed very young. Still, she got names, and the girl was now waiting in an hopeful shrug her own.The curvaceous girlo mumbled then placed an open hand between her large breasts Giulia said her with a nod of her head, then pointed at the pale one Asta... and the guy Aaa...lehanddro not knowing how toto really pronounce it, and finally, the asian K-kimli. Once finished, she smiled at them, a simple name would have meant better relations and she feltcan somewhat safe with them. Turning her headwith, a sound carried by Winds, Giulia rose a finger and frowned, as to concentrate and hearing better., also noticing it to the others.