EVERYTHING IS ENDING

[thyme]

DAY ONE x EARLY EVENING x THE PANIC DIES DOWN

D sat propped up against a palm tree that was out of the way, but still more or less in the center of things. His eyes were shut tightly, his hands folded on his lap, and he looked very pale. He could have passed for sleeping -- or even dead -- if not for the rise and fall of his chest. The tree was not comfortable to lean against in the least, even taking into account the fact that trees were not meant for leaning. The shingles of bark were sticking into his back mercilessly, jabbing at him, as if to say, Everything is ending and, yes, it can get worse -- and we will be the ones to make it happen. Being uncomfortable wouldn't have been a problem on a normal day, provided that he could shift his position to a better location. D could not do that today. When he moved even a hair, he had to grit his teeth to stop from crying out, or else he would mutter something in Japanese that he was fairly sure his mother would not have approved of. In front of him and on al sides, the fuselage still burned brightly against the slowly darkening sky, miraculously failing to explode. People were beginning to calm down and assess their situation -- although D wondered whether they truly grasped what had happened yet. He had, but he was never a good example, given that his IQ was significantly higher than most other people's. but there were still survivors here and there on their knees on the sand, praying, sobbing, dying, shouting 'help' in whatever direction they fancied land to be...

He cracked his eyes open a hair. His injured leg was stretched out in front of him on the sand, looking horribly disfigured with the foot twisted to the wrong side. He had decided in a brief moment of lucidity that his leg hadn't been broken, but, rather, his knee had been dislocated -- although now that his thoughts were clouded again with the pain, he was less sure of himself. Of course, there were facts to support his diagnosis. About thirty minutes ago he had realized with a bit of a shock that he couldn't feel anything below his knee, not even a pulse. And, given the way his knee was sore and swollen, and the way that nothing above or below it seemed to be harmed, he had been fairly sure of it. He had learned about dislocations and other trauma injuries from one of his few friends, who knew more about sports injuries than anyone else he had ever met. The facts were sufficient; the only reason he was doubting himself was that he wasn't sure of anything anymore.

That wasn't entirely true. It would have been, perhaps, more accurate to say that D was doubting most everything he had ever been sure of before -- all except one thing: that he was still dying. Not that he was going to tell anyone he met here that his days were numbered. Death sentences were not something you shared like gossip. It was one of the only beliefs that hadn't been shattered in the crash. Now, however, he had four new convictions: firstly, that they were stranded and would have to make do; secondly, that they would eventually be rescued and he would still earn his PhD; thirdly, that he was injured and would require medical care if he hoped to recover at all, let alone completely; fourthly, and most unfortunately, that the little girl sitting in the window seat next to him was most undoubtedly dead, and it was her blood that covered his pants. The thought was...more morbid than D wanted to think about. She had been so sweet -- but the blood had splattered onto him from the right, and it was most certainly not his, so he was forced to come to the logical conclusion. The rest of the crash was a blur that not even he could recall exactly.

He wasn't trying to remember it, though; that was a task for later on, when the shock wasn't quite so fresh. Other thoughts sped through his head, all at a million miles an hour. It was all he could to stop the pain of his leg from getting to him too much. He could see a diagram for maitotoxin which lingered just a little out of focus before he abandoned it and started listing functional groups instead. "Alcohols, aldehydes, ketones, aromatic compounds," he whispered to himself, "esters, ethers, halides. Alkanes, alkenes, alkynes..." Staring straight ahead, but not really paying attention to what he saw there, D continued to distract himself as best he could. It occurred to him that he was putting himself in a vulnerable position -- no way to move to escape, no way to see anything except what was directly in front of him, the precious pocket knife he had found sticking out of his trouser pocket -- but he didn't worry. No one would be crazy enough to injure anyone else, not as long as they were distracted by the people killed in the crash. If anyone went out of their way to approach him, it would be to help, and not to hurt. D just wished that someone who knew how to fix his leg came along soon.

... words: 880
... listening to: everything is ending by chameleon circuit
... tag: jay and anyone else who wants to join
... notes: sorry if this is bad; i'm not so good at first posts

[jonny]

Jay felt the cold sting of metal brush against the side of his chest as he slowly crawled through what was left of the plane. Various jagged parts were positioned along his path restricting how high he could raise himself just as much as how low he could get to the ground. No it wasn't safe but he needed some medical supplies or none of them were going to survive for long. Thankfully so far no one the med student had seen seemed to be in too bad a shape then again most of them were still suffering from shock, not that anyone would blame them. The truth of the situation, it was only a matter of time. All it took was for someone to cut themselves on some rusty metal for a wound to get infected, they would need pills to combat that if not eventually they would die.

Shattered glass sprawled at his feet so he was thankful for the gloves that he himself had brought just a few nights before the crash. He had been pretty much a zombie throughout the whole of that day, in fact he remembered it well. The male remembered so well that he refused to think back to that day, the past was not going to help him survive nor was it going to get him home and it wasn't going to help him find any supplies. Pushing forward Jay's weight began to slowly crush the glass below him making them look like small diamonds glistening slightly with the restricting sun. Stopping every few minutes he gradually found his way towards a small clump of bags where his face lit up, finally. Yet upon crawling forwards a smell filled his nostrils, foreign at first yet as his brain kicked in to the same rhythm as his heart Jay knew exactly what it was. Glancing around he clocked the source, a small figure was curled up in the corner and her skin had been burnt through, she had probably been dead center of the initial blast. The female hadn't stood a chance.

His stomach churned. He needed to get out of the plane. Now. Abandoning his search he kicked against the remaining hold of the back door which easily collapsed onto the sand with a clump. Rushing out he turned against the grains positioning the door back as best he could before his throat began to ache. A burning sensation instantly filled his body, it felt like his insides where on fire. He wanted to be sick, oh he wanted to be sick so bad but just as he was ready to blow Jay spotted a male sitting close by looking out into the sea but in some weary way he wasn't looking. The student, or at least who he assumed was a student clearly was suffering with shock but who knows what else he had gotten?

"Breathe Jay breathe" he muttered to himself taking a few much needed gulps of air. Only when he was deadly sure that he could stand without his legs falling to jelly he stood up. Slowly, for not wanting to share the boy anymore then he had been already, Jay made the gap between them smaller. "Hey are you ok?" he wondered a frown appearing as he noticed that the kid wasn't English, Jay hoped that he could speak it or at least understand what he was saying or helping him was going to be extremely hard "What's your name?"

Being the med student he was Jay looked over the boy's figure, only when he saw his knee did he gently reach out his hand. "Your hurt" he explained sitting next to the others leg "Good news it's not broken and I can fix it. Bad news, it's going to hurt like hell" Honestly was something that the male believed deeply in, he didn't like being lied to so tried not to lie to others but in some cases he knew he would have to especially seeing the career that he would be taking. Hope was something that could save some ones life even if their chances were minimal. Thankfully the most that the figure would have to deal with would be a snap of pain followed by a couple of days of aching.

"Are you ready?" he asked closing his mouth quickly when the same burning sensation rotated within his stomach. No not now. He could only deal with one person at a time. Forcing all of his attention on the male before him was the only thing that kept his own body in check. "I'm Jay" the island made doctor told him.

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tag: Just D for now.
notes: You kidding? That was great! Hope you like mine.

[thyme]

"Hey are you ok?" As he heard someone address him, D blinked slowly, trying to fix on the speaker's location. Formulas and diagrams still whistled through his head, but they began to fade when his eyes locked on to the figure in front of him. For a second, the boy -- student, actually -- shared his attention with a myriad of procedures and equations, and then, all of a sudden, as if someone had turned off a switch, all the scientific material vanished and D raised his eyebrows, really seeing the speaker for the first time. The boy was certainly handsome, although D wasn't the best judge of that, and he wasn't openly armed. There were gloves on his hands -- had this boy been going through the wreckage? If D had been paying more attention, he would have known. He seemed nice enough, and certainly willing to help, which was a mercy. Physical injuries weren't something the Japanese boy dealt with all that often -- actually, he had never so much as broken a bone -- and he didn't know how to deal with them beyond what he had learned from textbooks and from the medical students in his dorm room. Swallowing hard, he shook his head mutely, his fingers clenching

The other boy asked what his name was, fairly slowly, enunciating everything. At first, D supposed that the shock of the plane crash had either affected his head or just made him learn to be very careful around other people. But that just didn’t seem right somehow. It took him a moment after that to figure out the real reason why: he wasn't Caucasian, and so the boy had taken into account the fact that he mightn't speak English. A tight smile crossed his lips, although, under other circumstances, he might have even laughed. It was nice to know that there was someone else with intelligence on the island. Most people would have simply assumed he was American.

"D." The syllable was terse, but because his knee was throbbing painfully, and not because he was upset. For a moment he had considered introducing himself as Kyle -- that was, after all, D's real name -- but somehow it didn't seem right. After moving to America, he had taken on 'D' as a nickname, signifying to himself that he was starting over and did not need to be confined to only being the quiet, antisocial Kyle Tokoro that he had been in Japan. "I speak English," he continued as amiably as he could while still gritting his teeth, "quite fluently, so you needn't worry. You are a medical student, correct?" That had been easy to see. D had no magical powers of observation, but he did know a bedside manner when he saw one, and this boy certainly had the calm, cool, and collected front of a doctor down pat. On top of that, he was the right age to be a student and clearly had been well-off enough before the crash to go to school, so all of that, plus a few other trivialities, had led him to guess that his helper might be training to be a doctor.

His next sentence confirmed it: "You're hurt. Good news, it's not broken and I can fix it. Bad news, it's going to hurt like hell." Only medical students, or those intensely interested in sports, would know about things like this. "Dislocated knee." D supplied automatically, grateful for the distraction. "Although you knew that. An angled impact on the water would logically..." He trailed off slowly, watching in interest as the other boy reached out his hand to his injured leg. He might have shied away -- having other people touch him was not something he had ever gotten used to -- except that he knew it would only make it hurt worse. D was smart enough to know that even if he had been able it, it would still be wiser to have someone else put his knee back in place, but that did not keep him from wishing that he could just heal himself magically instead of asking other people to help him. He liked being independent.

As he thought, D found himself watching the other boy's face intently, waiting for something that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He supposed it was for that look of realization, the 'Oh, you're that kid' moment that many people got when they talked to him for the first time and realized that he wasn't like they were. This boy, however, hadn't seemed to notice. It was strange -- and rather nice -- to hear someone tell him things he already knew. Usually, no one really said anything him at all, since they either refused to talk to him or just assumed he had already noticed.

Bracing himself for what came next, D gritted his teeth. "No," he said, "I'm not ready. But it is nice to meet you, Jay. Make it quick, please."

... words: 828
... listening to: one day more from les misérables
... tag: just jay for now
... notes: ^^ it was really good~

[jonny]

Relief swept through his being upon being told that the male could speak fluent English. Jay was thankful for that, he at least didn't have to try to interact with him. Jay had never been good with learning other languages, sure he could look at an x ray and instantly know what was wrong but if someone was speaking to him in a language unlike his own he was at a loss. "Good that's good"

"D? Nice to meet you" he exclaimed with a light smile although he assumed that D wasn't his full name "I just wish it was under better circumstances, you know?" Jay was examining the males leg being careful not to get too close for fear of causing some other injury which he wouldn't be able to fix. A laugh escaped from Jay's lips as finally someone recognized him for who he really was which in a strange way took the weight of his shoulders slightly. "Glad you noticed that. People keep calling me a Doctor which looking at everyone out here I wish I was but no your right I'm just a med student"

Sighing to himself he looked up against the slowly descending sun noticing the faint crimson like aura that surrounded it, the whole Island looked beautiful aside from the broken plane wreckage that roughly stuck out of the sand in various angles. If the student had planned to travel to the island than he would be over the moon, it was beautiful but in reality he hadn't. He didn't want to be alone on an Island where no one knew each other. He didn't want to have to put on a calm attitude all of the time. The fact of the matter, he had too. Whether he liked it or not he was the most capable with aid so being calm was all he had. "Hey you know your stuff" he said ripping off his gloves ,noticing that D seemed to know what was wrong with his knee which was great. It showed that he was both alert and not suffering from shock "You landed in the water? How did you get all the way over here with your knee in this condition?"

Jay waited until D was halfway through explaining his story to press a hand below his knee and one just above it which he dug gently in to the cloth before he pulled back with all his strength. With a loud pop the knee thankfully clicked back into it's rightful position. Allowing his body to un tense itself the male was able to lean backwards beside D, pressing his hands gently into the sand for support. "Sorry" he muttered in a empathic voice with a small lop sided smile appearing on his face "It might ache for a couple of days but your be fine. Well, if you think crashing on an island is fine"

Never had the male ever thought of finding himself in a plane crash, it was one of those terrible events that could never happen to you. Well it had happened and for a guy who on the surface was utterly calm with a positive outlook on life, he was tearing himself to shreds on the inside. He wasn't sure if the black box had been destroyed in the crash but if it had been then the chances of someone ever finding them was slim. As on instinct he reached inside the back of his jeans pulling out some sort of walkie talkie device that he had picked up from the plane before it had exploded. "I found this" he told D slowly "Not that it will be much help, I can't seem to get a signal and to top it all off the battery is basically dead"

Luck didn't seem to be on their side. Jay couldn't moan too much however, his life had never been exactly hard. He had great parents, a great upbringing, he wasn't exactly spoilt but never went without anything he needed to have, he had a great education. The student hadn't had to fight too much for a great life and because of that he needed to try on the island, it was like it was giving him a chance to be himself. For him to fight for the right to life. No he didn't believe in fate but somehow nearly thirty students had survived a crash that none of them logically should have. "So how do you think we survived?" he asked leaning his arms against one of hislegs.

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tag: Just D for now.
notes: Thanks. Thought it would good for D to have his device that he has later in his plot. That way Jay can find out just how brainy D is.

[thyme]

Jay seemed relieved that he spoke English, which was to be expected. It'd be hard, D knew, to have to deal with someone on a deserted island if you didn't even speak the same language. "D? Nice to meet you. I just wish it was under better circumstances, you know?" At this, he quirked his mouth in a strange half-smile, wondering whether that was true or not. It was certainly true that the crash was terrible -- but under better circumstances, D knew, Jay probably wouldn't so much as think twice about talking to him. He was just that sort of person, he supposed; dealing with people was not his strong suit.

Seeing things and making connections was, however, one of his talents. "Glad you noticed that," Jay said. "People keep calling me a Doctor which looking at everyone out here I wish I was but no your right I'm just a med student". He seemed rather impressed – or was it relieved? It was so hard to read people sometimes – that D knew what was wrong with his foot. "Hey, you know your stuff," Jay said. This made the Japanese boy smile a tiny bit. "I need to," D said, "Harvard does not allow for anything but the best, you know. Or, at least, I don't allow myself to be anything but the best at what I do. It's easy."

"You landed in the water? How did you get all the way over here with your knee in this condition?" D shook his head. "I don't know," he explained. "I washed up on the shore, saw the crash, and tried to crawl over -- and then I was here, against this tree. Someone must have brought me here." He had no memory of who that person was, although the crash had only been a little while ago. It was funny how plane crashes could do that to your memory. Cutting off that line of thought before it got too depressing, D glanced away from Jay, looking up at the top of the tree in his typical restless way. This wasn't important in any way, but it was a palm tree, and it was amusing to think the island was so stereotypically... island-y -- which wasn't a word, but that had never stopped D before. The importance of the tree, however, was that when Jay put one hand on top of his knee and the other below it and had pulled, D realized he hadn't been ready in the least.

He choked back a cry, eyes watering as his knee popped in a way that he was sure it was never meant to. There was a brief moment of blinding pain – and then it was gone. D looked down at his foot. He could feel it again now, and the sharp, painful throbbing in his knee had dulled. Releasing a breath he hadn’t known he was holding, he just nodded when Jay apologized emphatically for the pain. Almost immediately, though, the medical student pulled something out of his pocket. "I found this," he said making D look at him in surprise. The device was a radio. It was a way off the island, D knew immediately, and back home to Harvard where he could get his degree and then, later, his PhD. Twenty years was not enough time in the world, not at all, so it was important that he started doing what he really wanted to quickly, or else nothing would ever get done. "Not that it will be much help, I can't seem to get a signal and to top it all off the battery is basically dead."

Biting his lip idly, D held out his hand for the device. "Batteries are easy," he said mildly, not bothering to try and make himself sound humble. "I discovered how to make a battery from scratch in second grade. Now, the real problem is to get a connection to a mainland frequency using only the supplies we can gather from the wreckage..." He frowned in concentration, eyes locked on the radio device, thinking aloud. "It's a matter of finding the parts we need, beginning with a screwdriver or pair of pliers that I can use to open it.. After that, fixing the damage -- it is pretty damaged -- would be lengthy at best, but straightforward." For the first time since the wreckage, D smiled broadly and glanced at Jay. "Do you want me to fix it?" he asked.

"As for how we survived, how could I know?" The Japanese boy waved a hand in a gesture of useless ignorance. "I think logically, in patterns, like a grid, like an encyclopedia. Maybe fate decided that you and I had some merit that the girl sitting next to me did not -- I do not know." It irritated him a little, not knowing why or how something had happened. However, D was someone that believed in a universal justice; maybe he himself had been spared because his days were already numbered, and maybe Jay had something unfinished he had to attend to before they could die. That thought made sense, but was incredibly unnerving.

... words: 874
... listening to: hey there john watson by grey
... tag: just jay for now
... notes: ^^ sounds good to me!

[jonny]

His dad lay silently within a white bed the covers wrapped up tightly all the way under his chin so that if he turned the man could look like a stamp. The thought would of been funny to Jay if he wasn't sitting beside the bed tears falling from his eyes. "Why?" he gasped through small sounds of pain "Why did you leave me?"

"Harvard?" he asked a shocked expression easing it's way onto his features before a smile over took them bringing him back to the present "Wow you are brainy D. You shouldn't be too hard on yourself though or the knock downs hurt a lot more. I got into Cornell myself so not as flashy as you but still" Jay let out a laugh wondering what the two would of been like if they hadn't been stranded together, sure he would talk to the guy after all it was in his nature. Still he felt a strange sort of connection brewing which he guessed could slowly spring into a great friendship. The med student never had trouble making friends with his confident attitude and could guess that the male before him was more of a loner type, someone who were quite happy on their own yet secretly craved attention from other people.

He frowned staring from D to the waves that slowly crept up onto the sand like it was trying to wash away the horror of what had happened earlier that day. The radio device rested gently in his hands as he listened twisting various dials to hear a variety of different static like sounds, technology was not his thing at all. "Batteries are easy are they?" he asked a light tone attached to his voice "D you really are more of a genius than I thought, no offence or anything. Supplies huh? Well maybe I can have a look at the wreckage see what I can find if you tell me what I'm looking for?"

Jay loved the fact that he had met someone who was both intelligent and easy to talk to. "You can do that? That would be great, if we can get this radio up and running then maybe we can find a way off of this island" he exclaimed excitement running through his voice "As for the screwdriver I have one in my bag, I can get that for you later on if you like?" Things were finally looking up and if Jay was religious than he would say that it was because of faith but in reality he just thought that they had finally caught a break. Since being on the island the student found that life wasn't as easy as the TV shows or movies made it out to be when stranded on an unknown location.

"Fate? Yeah maybe" he began trailing off slightly "I know that we shouldn't of survived that crash the way we did, no one has any life threatening injuries apart from the people who already died. It's strange to think that we survived though, it's like we were meant to. How strange is it that probably the only one on the plane with medical knowledge survived? Or the fact that the most intelligent kid alive, D survived with just a knee injury? " Jay took a deep breath thinking of the deceased members that didn't survive the crash, he knew that he would never forget the memory of those burning scattered bodies for as long as he lived including the constant aroma of death that surrounded them. The male frowned at the thought turning his attention quickly to D beside him where thankfully the air was fresh, no rotten scent was hidden within.

Jay lifted the device passing it towards the Harvard student next to him feeling a slight chance that maybe they would be found. His biggest fear was that the black box hadn't been working when the plane went down meaning that they were utterly and completely alone. "I'm glad you survived D, really there aren't enough people in the world like you" he told him a slight grin on his face "Damn that sounded cheesy" He laughed running his hand through his hair carefully pulling out lumps of golden sand, it shocked him just how much sand could get attached to someone's body.

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tag: Just D for now.
notes: Over to you brainy xD

[thyme]

He winced instinctually when Jay looked shocked. "Harvard?" he asked, disbelieving. D braced himself silently for the awkward moment that he was sure would follow, when the other boy would give him 'the look' and then either walk away or tell him he was a freak. How many kids in Japan were smart enough to get a scholarship to come to college in America just because they preferred Harvard to the colleges in Japan? He wanted to think that his decision was a bad one -- certainly, it had gotten him many strange looks -- but he couldn't. A PhD from Harvard was his dream, and there was nothing D wouldn't do to achieve it. 'The look', as he had taken to calling it in his head, was not forthcoming, however, nor was any awkward silence. Instead, Jay smiled brightly. "Wow," he said, "you are brainy D. You shouldn't be too hard on yourself though or the knock downs hurt a lot more. I got into Cornell myself so not as flashy as you but still." For a moment, D wasn't sure what to say, but then he decided that maybe it was better if he really did say nothing. He waved a hand in a vague gesture that could have meant anything from 'I'm sorry you're not as smart as me' to 'What knock-downs?'. Despite his earlier decision to become more outgoing here on the island, he hadn't quite figured out how to do that yet.

Jay seemed ecstatic to hear that D could try to fix the radio. "You can do that?" he asked excitedly. Though he nodded absently, the Japanese boy was more focused on gingerly massaging his injured leg, and processed Jay's words without really devoting any attention to them. "That would be great, if we can get this radio up and running then maybe we can find a way off of this island. As for the screwdriver I have one in my bag, I can get that for you later on if you like?" D glanced at him, a small smile on his face as he replied, "That should work well. I have a pocketknife myself, which will help. As for supplies..." He thought. He would need wires, cables, screws, other hardware. An image of a radio disassembled itself in his head quickly, separating into parts and pieces. Some of them D doubted he could find even in the workshops at Harvard, let alone in the wreckage of a plane, but he would have to make do. Repairing the radio meant getting home faster, and getting home faster meant getting his PhD faster.

"As for supplies," he continued, "you can certainly look, but the outcome would, I believe, be more productive if I did it myself. It is very hard to... predict what supplies I will need. Until then, however, it would be wonderful if you could look for certain things for me." An idea occurred to D. "This radio." His right arm was numb from leaning against the tree, so he pointed at the radio with his left hand, the one farther from Jay, crossing his arm awkwardly across his body to do so. "The estimated time to completion will be relatively high," D said, "but I could build something else for you. A battery. A filter. A storage container. Paper and ink. If we had paper, I could create a list of plants with medicinal properties; organic chemistry is my main field of interest. It is just an idea, but if it would help..." Trailing off, he waited for Jay's take on his idea.

The med student didn't seem to be very sure of why they had survived. D himself couldn't rationalize it any other way than chance, which he called Fate, since it saved him annoying questions about his lack of faith in religion of any kind. "Fate?" Jay asked, thinking. "Yeah maybe." He trailed off. D cocked his head to the side slightly, trying to read the other boy's face and failing miserably. Jay had some interesting ideas, though, and as he listened the Japanese boy raised his eyebrows. The idea that there was some power that had purposefully saved each and every one of the students that had made it through was impossible to accept. The world simply did not work like that. It was odd to think that someone as scientifically-inclined as Jay could entertain the notion that they had been hand-picked from a flight which must have contained seventy, eighty, maybe even more than a hundred people. D, whose brain worked in a complex but linear fashion, could hardly fathom it; he had made his peace with the nonexistence of deities a very long time ago.

When the other boy was done talking, he stopped worrying his bottom lip and said, "I highly doubt it. The probability of..." D stopped. The probability of getting that death sentence and then crashing into a deserted island is nearly too small to calculate, he finished in his head. Outwardly, however, he only pursed his lips. "Never mind," he said, a little darkly. "No one likes hearing my statistics." Trying to shake himself of the awful thought of his impending death, D just shrugged when Jay told him how smart he was. "I am hardly the smartest person alive, but I would wager that I have the highest IQ of any survivor here." No point in being humble, he thought dryly, not when the truth is all we have left.

"I'm glad you survived D," Jay said, "really there aren't enough people in the world like you." The med stuent smiled at him kindly, which made D turn positively pink with embarrassment. He was used to people insulting him, not telling him he was wonderful -- especially after only knowing him a few minutes. The natural suspiciousness in him wondered whether the med student was just buttering him up so that he could request inventions or help, but everyone likes to be flattered, and D was no exception. Because praise from someone his own age was so rare, he pushed aside all doubts he was having and smiled back at Jay, who still had that silly grin on his face. "Damn that sounded cheesy," the med student added, which made D blush a little more. "To be honest," he admitted, "I don't mind. That really isn't what most people say to me."

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... listening to: do you hear the people sing? from les misérables
... tag: jay~
... notes: back to you, mister~ ; )

[jonny]

The male smiled to himself as D rubbed his leg carefully, it seemed strange but the human body registered the smallest amount of injuries as large amounts of pain. Jay could remember reading in one of his case studies that a thirty year old man lived with a broken arm for four years without even realizing that it had been whereas if a cat's swift swipe of a claw found itself into an individuals foot then the pain would be instant. "The pain will die down" he exclaimed with a small nod feeling that he was telling the student before him something that he probably already knew.

D glanced at him, a small smile on his face as he replied, "That should work well. I have a pocketknife myself, which will help. As for supplies..." The medical student raised his brow in response which said it all. "How did you get a pocketknife on the plane? They went through my bags for about half an hour because I had a pencil sharpener. I can't believe I agreed with the receptionist about that, it's not like i'm going to need it now am I?" He gently laughed to himself not caring if he looked crazy, his life as well as those on the plane had changed completely within just a few seconds. In his minds eye he could see the survivors this morning inside the airport moaning about the weather, their work load, relationships, just general teenage stuff. Now they were all asking the same question, when were they going to get rescued? It was one Jay hoped would be answered soon.

"Ok sure" he said a little disappointed but hid the fact until a light bulb flashed above his head "I could always help you look, I mean if you give me a list of items to look for I could ask the other's if they have any on them or if they've seen any around the shore?" He wanted to help more than anything, Jay's personality would never change he was just a simple guy who wanted to make those around him cheerful and carefree which he had managed to do most of his life, now on the island he would try to do the same. D really knew his stuff which became more and more apparent as the male spoke about the radio device as well as all the other pieces of equipment that he felt he could make. For once he couldn't hide his excitement which beat against his chest next to his heartbeat. "That would be great, just wow yeah I like it" he exclaimed in one big breath trying to take everything in that he was being told, he was now glad that he had gotten used to it with his own studies.

Digging his feet into the sand gently he absorbed the information deciding what would be more efficient for them of course until he knew when they were going to rescued Jay didn't know what they would need the most. "You kidding? Of course it will help. Anything will help. Those plants might come in useful for now, we don't have a lot of medical supplies as it is" he told the male reaching his hand into the back of his jeans pocket where he pulled out a small notepad, a blue ballpoint pen stuck within it that he held out to D "Then anything else you could make would be great, you not a carpenter and I'm not your boss I don't want to order you around"

Slowly he turned once the other student stopped mid sentence yet by his expression knew not to ask exactly what he was going to say so remained quiet. Everyone had their own secrets or history that they wanted to keep buried, maybe of the island they could finally do that. "D. You don't have to tell me what you were going to say some people like to keep their history to themselves. Besides I have no right to know. A word of advise though, don't keep it hidden for too long it could make you go crazy" Jay stayed with his face turned to the genius once he spoke about having the highest IQ quickly causing a bellow of laughter to erupt from his throat.

"I doubt most of the survivors myself included even come close" he told him smiling, he knew that the male wasn't being arrogant or trying to boost himself up to be the best. That factor became more apparent as he listened to how different D sounded when accepting praise, he sounded like he didn't often receive any or at least hadn't for a long while. "To be honest some people just can't handle anyone who are better then them so they like to take the piss or insult you but when push comes to shove you will be the one who gets where you want to be, to do what you want to do and live the life that you deserve. I can tell that you deserve all of that and more"

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tag: Just D for now.
notes: So sorry for the late reply. *hands out cookie*