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Post by jessica on Jan 15, 2012 23:23:24 GMT -5
DAY TWO - MORNING - SEARCHING THROUGH THE WRECKAGE
‘Adventurous’ was definitely not the first word that came to mind when one thought of Jessica Boniello. She wasn’t an outdoorsy person, and the most adventurous she’d ever been was pairing polkadots with stripes. And even that had only happened once, after she’d decided it was not a good look. No, Miss Boniello preferred things to be indoors. Clean. Fashionable. Even going on this stupid summer program in the first place had been a stretch for her… Really, she’d only gone because her dad had seemed to like the sound of it when she’d mentioned it over the phone once. And since he was busy getting a divorce again, Jessica hadn’t really fancied being at home, since he’d have expected her to go to court with him and all that boring stuff. And if there was one place that Jessica didn’t like being, it was court. All those big words thrown around for no reason, and no fashion sense. Ugh. It was like Legally Blonde minus the comedy, minus Elle’s fashion sense, and minus the ‘making sense’ part. So Jessica had gone on this stupid trip, and now she was stuck on stupid hell-on-earth island. And the rescue boats and planes had not shown up yet. What. A. Drag. And like, god, how long could it take to find them? It wasn’t like this was prehistoric times, there were satellites and technology stuff. And iphones. If they could find whatever stuff it was the made Pluto not a planet anymore, they should totally be able to find a plane on Earth within twenty-four hours. And if not, then someone clearly needed to be fired. And replaced. Very soon. Preferably before Jessica would need a new waxing appointment, because she highly doubted anyone on this godforsaken place was a certified esthetician. Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh.
It was already the morning after the crash, and it was actually a remarkably pleasant morning, Jessica had to admit. If there had been a five star resort somewhere up the coast, it actually would have been the start to an amazing day. But as it were, there was no resort, and no room service, and Jessica was stuck with trying to figure out what to do on her own. Not many people had braved their way over to the wreckage of the plane yet, which is probably why it was somewhat surprising that that was the direction in which Miss Jessica Boniello found herself headed. Yes, some parts of the plane were still smoldering and there were some flames here and there, but Jessica was a: sick of wearing the same clothes she’d been wearing yesterday and wanted to try and find her suitcase, and b: in serious need of some lipgloss, a mirror, and probably some concealer. Oh, and sunblock.
The sun had already warmed the beach to the extent that Jessica had shed her torn, light jacket and was just in her plain what-used-to-be-white t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts, and Victoria’s Secret sandals. There was a makeshift bandage wrapped around Jessica’s arm where it had been cut from the plane last night, but the bandage that had been around her head for part of the previous evening had been discarded when she’d woken up that morning and decided that the cut on her forehead had stopped bleeding and was definitely ready to be sans-unattractive-bandage. She’d used a small stream as a mirror to scrub the dried blood and dirt off of her face, and she’d tried to scrub the dried blood and dirt out of her t-shirt, but had failed quite miserably, and had probably only made it worse, and of course, now her shirt was still damp, which could have been unpleasant if it didn’t serve to help with the heat.
Picking her way carefully through the wreckage, Jessica stopped every time she found a pile of luggage to pour through it and see if it was hers, or if it at least had a mirror and lipgloss. She was so engrossed in her search that she didn’t really bother looking around to see who else was around the wreckage, and eventually found a suitcase that looked like it had belonged to a fellow female passenger. ”Please like Chanel, please have good taste…” The blonde murmured to herself as she unzipped the suitcase to examine the contents.
tag: Dorian
words: 727
wearing: link/description in post
comments: sorry it's annoying, I try to write 'in' my character's voice/head...
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