Witherwood

Delora fought through the vines and bliars almost certain they were trying to attack her. One set of bliars possibly jabbed her arms in the process causing her to huff. Those fiends.. Once free? She was happily on her way, that was until she tripped over a huge rock. Some of those berries she'd been carrying had fallen out of the vine weaved basket and hit the ground. "Typical!" She protested before standing back up and dusting off, "This place is trying to kill me." The girl had built a treehouse somewhere At the edge of the island. No doubt surrounded by trees and very hard to find, to stay safe of predators. Her luggage that was brought was stored within it. Why leave her 'shelter?' Berries.. She was hungry. Femme was in a pair of her white denim shorts and white/pink tank. On her feet rested some flip flops, they were pink and white as well to match the outfit. The basket that still had some berries left was grabbed and she finally made it to her spot. It was near a waterfall that had a big bottom to it, flowers and a mountain. Climbing up the selfbuilt ladder was easy. Delora made herself comfortable on the floor with her remaining berries. It was chow time!

(YAY MY WIFI IS BACK! Totally posting now. )

(Also totally can't find a ref... Soooo I'm gonna wing it! )

Sasha was jamming out, reading Fruits Basket, and tapping her foot lightly on the plane. It was a normal day, or seemed to be. She was flying back home from a trip to an anime convention in Japan that she just HAD to go to. Worth it. Suddenly the entire plane started to shake and she took her headphones out, shoving all her stuff in her backpack as she fastened her seatbelt when it only grew worse. 'This is your captain speaking... We're going down.' HUH?! That was horribly blunt and terrifying! He could have said something, ANYTHING else! Why did she have the no nonsense, HONEST captain? Why couldn't he say 'We're experiencing a little turbulence.. Fasten your seatbelts as it may get bumpy.' That keeps her from doing as she was now, screaming at the top of her lungs like a bunch of others. She clutched her backpack tight, the oxygen mask on her face and her seatbelt secure. Dark brown eyes shut tight when the impact came closer.

Delora likely heard and felt said impact. It was a short distance from her treehouse, but not close enough to cause any damage to her immediate area. The ground shook violently and the plane engulfed into flames on one end. Sasha found herself choking on the smoke, a groan leaving her as she realized her arm was bleeding. Something had made a rather large gash upon impact! She decided it'd be best to get OFF the plane before anything else. Struggling to her feet, she made her way out the nearest exit, looking for other survivors in the immediate area. "Hello??!" she cried in a panic, "Anyone alive??! Help!" She sat down in the sand to try and see if she could fix up her arm a bit with items in her backpack.

She tied her raven hair back with a black elastic and wrapped her arm with an extra plaid shirt she'd packed, tying it tight so that she wouldn't bleed out. Her skinny jeans were covered in blood from her wound, as well as her Black Sabbath band tee. Both were ripped in places now from debris flying earlier.

She had shoved a berry inside her mouth and nommed it down before another was about to be shoved in. Eyes closed getting ready to wolf down the berry until the tree that supported her home began to shake. Those blue orbs popped back open just in time to see the floor of the building shaking and those berries boucing around the floor. No doubt a few going through a crack, "You gotta be kidding me!" What was going on!? Delora got up carefully, earthquake? Or... EVIIIILLL!!! The loud sounds came off as a roar and trees could be heard snapping into. The girl looked out her window to see smoke and flames from a distance. That.. Was massive! Being the adventurous person she was- she decided to go check it out. Delora climbed back out of her shelter and headed in the direction she saw that smoke, the smell was probably guiding her the rest of the way when she was close enough to smell it.

Minutes had passed when she finally saw the plane. Had Sasha still been there by now the girl would run up and check on her with the words "Are you okay?!" If she'd left that area by now? Delora would just investigate the incident.

(Short. Brainstorming.)

She was still pacing around the area, trying to help anyone she could find. They all looked dead... (Unless someone wants to jump in later, then some were just knocked out. ) By the time she left the plane again, after grabbing the rest of her belongings from above her seat, she saw Delora arrive. Hand dropped her bags by her backpack on the ground and she blinked, "Uhh.. Were you on the plane? Where am I?" The other girl seemed just fine.. How long had she been here? She couldn't have been on that plane, she would have at least gotten banged up a LITTLE bit! "Y-Yeah, I'm okay, I think," she stammered, realizing she had been asked a question, "My arm is pretty messed up but apart from that I'm all good." Liar. Mentally she was on the edge of a breakdown. What the heck was she supposed to do now? She yanked her phone from her backpack. Of course, no signal... It was also cracked in places. Greeeat... "Is there a town or anything nearby?" she asked, still confused as to where Delora had even come from. Maybe she was a resident! Maybe you're getting too hopeful Sash... "Oh! I think maybe we should get away from the plane before that fire hits the fuel tank..." she murmured thoughtfully, biting her lip at the very idea of it. BOOOM.

She shook the image from her head, drawing in a deep breath and grabbing her bags in her good hand before dragging them in a random direction. She was hoping to find a safe distance.

(It's kk!)

Delora blinked when the girl before her dropped some bags after exiting the plane, "I wasn't. Erm.. Some island. To be honest I got shipwrecked a few months back, only.. I've not ran into the people who crashed with me. Not even sure they're alive.." In her book, they were all dead. Nobody had found her because she was hiddin within that house she built after fighting off some mad squirrels and dealing with the rain killing the fire. Rough times.. What she didnt know, those people were long gone- doing whatever they want in life. Back home. Once the answer that she was okay was out a smile formed over Delora's lips. At least until the next question was asked- causing her to burst into laughter. "A t-town?" Delora cackled, "This is a stranded island.. No towns.. Or restrooms. You either make an outhouse. Or do it the lazy way and do your business in the trees." She said that so casually, "Get it.. Doo!?" She was so cheesy at times as well. "Oh! But I do have a treehouse. It's not the best of home but it grows on you." Huh..? Oh yeah! Plane was on fire! Delora had been too happy she now had someone to talk to after all this time. While Sasha was dragging her bags she decided to help by picking up one heading wherever she was going. Once they were away from the plane she would place it to the ground safely. Until then.. This worked.

"Soo.. How's things?" Delora asked casually.l after a few awkward moments. Pretty sure not good since you know, her flight crashed down and her arm is banged up. But despite those two things! It may be just dandy, right? (xP)

She wasn't on the plane? That was good right?! Nope.. 'Some island' didn't sound too good.. "Oh..." she sounded like she had just been told someone killed her pet fish. DORY WAS STILL OKAY! Safe at home!! Right?! PAY... ATTENTION.. SASHA. "Huh?" she blinked when told about the lack of towns, scrunching her nose at the rest of that sentence. Doo? Really chick? Sasha's brows furrowed in confusion but she gave an awkward little laugh. She was horrible at socializing! It didn't help that this girl was making cheesy jokes. What was she supposed to say to that? She murmured a soft thank you to Delora when she helped with her bags and stopped in a random place that seemed far enough away.

She gave the girl a look as though she'd just told Sash she was an alien. Bewildered, confused, brows up in amusement while her jaw dropped a bit in a 'really??' sort of manner. "Ohhhh ya knooooow," she couldn't help the dry laugh that left her, "Just.. Just... PEACHY." Easy Sasha, she's trying to be friendly. Give the girl a break. She drew in yet another deep breath through her nose and released it in a loud sigh before clapping her hands together trying to be enthusiastic, "SO... Where's home sweet home? You said something about a treehouse?" And bushes.. And doo... She snorted, finally catching the humor in the cheesy joke, covering her face with a blush at her sudden laugh at basically nothing.

She had only nodded when the 'Oh..' left Sasha. The little laugh caused Delora to give her a look, that would've worked on someone she knew way back. Oh well! She tried to brighten the mood. Sort of.

A awkward laugh left her when that peachy word left Sasha. Annd silence again. That was until she spoke up about the treehouse. "It's by the waterfall not too far from here. The plane shook the floors, so you can imagine." That ooor she can freak out.. If the floor shake, doesnt that show its a tad unstable? Then again it was a PLANE. The sudden laugh caught her attention and she eyed Sasha a moment. A fist was thrown in the air finally, "Onward! Mush!!" She wasn't usually this hyper maybe the island was finally getting to her?

Delora was looking at the girl and smiling, talking right away. "Whatever you do watch out for the bliars and vine they're always out t-OOF!!" She totally just lost her footing and fell over one of the 'fiend' vines. Another awkward laugh escaped her lips while she stood back up.

These two were not hitting it off! Awkward laughter and lame jokes back and forth. They were apparently just both socially awkward. That made it even harder to make friends. It could be worse, Delora could be psychotic. The 'mush' comment made her blink, but she followed anyways. Since Sasha's player is horribly distracted right now, and braindead, the girl was quiet for the most part. She listened to the comments about briars and vines, nodding numbly. Was this her new life? Was she ever gonna be rescued?? Stay tuned for the next episode of- Annnd Delora tripped.

"You okay?" Sasha asked, reaching out her free hand if she needed it before picking her bags up again, "I see your point on the vines and such." She pointed to a large root that had been poking up from a nearby tree. "At least you didn't trip on that one, it probably woulda twisted your ankle or something.." she gave a soft shrug, ready to contine on the journey to the treehouse again. She made sure to watch her step. It would suck to land on that hurt arm of hers...

Kenya was snatching some fish when those bif fennec fox ears of hers picked up voices. She decided to follow them, of course the fox hid in the bushes with her fish watching the two for any signs of danger before approaching. The girl made it in time to see one fall and the other offer to help her up. How long were they here? That tail swayed slowly, eyes wide. She too was wearing a tanktop, orange and all fancy laced. Her bottom half was a matching skirt, of course it had made in shorts. Who would go to an island with a plain old skirt? Poor girl was having a hard time hiding those ears within the bushes nearby but she tried. Possibly making some rustling sounds in the process. That light pastel orange hair of hers was in that usual getup. (Its in the gallery, the one with a hairpeice.) Ahem.. When they moved.. She moved. When they would stop? Kenya would stop. That's right! She was acting somewhat like a stalker... Well, at the minute.. She WAS a stalker. Not acting it.

Poor fennec wasn't sure when would be the best time to go near the other girls, if ever. Might as well try right? Juuust a few more minutes wouldn't hurt. Maybe. She would just have to be very quiet to not get caught.

Zack had been on the same plane as Sasha. He just hadn't been conscious until now. He pushed himself from the seat, coughing roughly from the smoke intake on his already weak lungs. He spat blood on the floor of the plane and murmured a few illegible words beneath his breath. All around him were dead bodies. A cold chill swept over his slender form and he shuddered, moving to get out of the line of fire as Sasha had done earlier. He didn't have much on him since most of it got destroyed upon the collision with the ground, but he had a small bag of randoms that was at his feet. Somehow that had survived.. The overhead bag had gotten thrown out at some point and was laying in a burnt crisp in the fire. Shaking legs carried the boy to a clearing as he was just walking until he came up with a plan. Smoke signals may work, if any other plans go by. Surely they would notice when the flight was late right? Hours from now... He could try the radio in the cockpit, but that would mean putting himself at risk of being caught in the explosion whenever it happened.. Negative. He was out of luck until someone noticed he was missing. That could take awhile.. He may as well get used to things here. How different was it from the forest outside of DogStreet? Eh.. They both had things capable of killing a person in them and were massive enough to cause you to run in circles for hours if you're not familiar with them. He had this.. Another coughing spell hit him and he mumbled again in annoyance, plopping down on a rock roughly. "OW!" he huffed, when he'd sat down too hard on a jagged edge. Pointy surface to the thigh, not pleasant at all. Zack hadn't picked up on the voices yet, but maybe they heard his cry of pain. Maybe not. Depends on how far away they were by now.

The two probably won't get along right now since Delora was a bit coo coo in the head. But hey, never know! They could be stranded together for awhile. She looked in the direcrion of Sasha's finger when pointing to a large root, "Yeah.. Evil things! And right, a twisted ankle in this place would be baaad." Delora accepted the help earlier. She too was also ready to continue their little journey, almost tempted to hum a little tune from some movie she watched. Some rustling was heard from the bushes but it wasn't too much to gain the attenion of her. Could've been a bird or anything! ...Right? They were off again, until Delora's ers picked up a cry causing her to stop dead in place, "We need to go back a moment.." She told Sasha. Need she know how the girl heard so far- Delora would come up with an excuse. It was what she was that helped. When she actually wanted to pay attention that is. Had Sasha agreed she would turn around and head back the opposite direction, keeping an eye on how late it was. If it gets too late the pathway would be harder to find do to all obstacles. Then they'd have to take shelter elsewhere or sleep on the sand.

The rustling made her uneasy, but she didn't dare check it out. That's what stupid people in horror movies did! They checked out the noise and got murdered. She wasn't stupid enough to make the same mistake. Her eyes would glance back every now and again and she coulda SWORN she saw movement but she was probably just being paranoid. Riiiight. She plowed right into Delora when she stopped, blinking in surprise, "Huh? What for?" She hadn't heard Zack due to the fact that she didn't have super hearing like other people in the area. No doubt Kenya probably heard him too! She shrugged and followed her, thinking maybe she'd forgotten something back there or something. Onward! If nothing else they could stay warm by the flaming plane! Morbid... Morbid Sasha.. Shame on you. She was quiet again, trying not to hurt herself further as she followed Del.