Bermuda Island (O///A Need one boy to start)

[Cisala Elden]

James Grace

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James looked out over the water trying to remember everything before the island. But like all of the other times he had tried all that came up was a whole lot of nothing. This didn't surprise him anymore. Nor did it worry him. In fact it would have worried him had he remembered anything from before. "What happened to us? Why are we even here?" He voiced aloud subconsciously hoping that he would get some kind of answer. Of course there was none but then again James wasn't expecting there to be any. He slowly pushed himself off the ground before patting brushing the sand off of his jeans. He probably should go and find Devon and see what she is up to. Thought it wasn't as if he didn't see her everyday. Oh well she was his best friend and to be quite honest on of the few people he trusted so he really didn't care.

He groaned quietly as he popped his back before turning away from the beach and heading back into the jungle. The jungle was as good a place as any to look for his little bat friend seeing as how most of the Island was made of jungle. He just hoped that Devon wasn't back as the research facility because he wasn't in the mood for dealing with a bunch of people right now. He needed someone calm and quiet that didn't annoy him. He was pulled out of his thoughts as his tongue ran over the razor sharp edges of his teeth causing him to flinch slightly. He should just be thankful that he didn't taste any blood. That would have meant that he was bleeding and he really did not need to going to a frenzy at the moment. That would just be pointless but unavoidable if he ha cut open his tongue. "Damn teeth. I guess i should just be thankful that i don't have five rows of teeth like a normal shark." He sighed under his breath as he ducked to avoid a low hanging branch. He could already tel that today was going to be a long day.

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[angels_and_blindfolds]

Devon Merseth

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Devon hated the sun. She hated, hated, hated, hated it. She wanted it to go die in a hole and never come back, because it always burned and blistered her, and the heat was simply too much. She was hiding in the shade of a tree in the jungle, trying to avoid as much light and heat and socialising as possible - not very much was, but it was a noble effort. It was just that every time she tried to get a bit of time alone, or a bit of time spent in nice, cool, calming darkness, no one seemed to be able to understand. Even James was regarded as an intruder when she wanted to hide from the world; even her closest friend on the island was considered a harmful force.

It wasn't that the light hurt her eyes. She couldn't see anything - well, that was a lie. She could see shades of nothingness, lighter and darker as she perceived them, light barely penetrating the fuzzy blankness that was her primary vision. It was truly because Devon just didn't like how it drained her energy to be either outside in the heat or inside dealing with people. She had learned fairly quickly that light normally equalled heat, and that she couldn't stand heat very well. So she hid in the shadows beneath a tall, old tree that creaked slightly as it grew past the overgrown wildness that was the majority of the island.

Her weak, membranous wings fluttered slightly as she tugged at the collar of her shirt. It was simply way too hot out - it was hot every day. She tilted her head up and leant against the tree trunk, listening to every little snap and crack of the jungle around her. Most people would assume - without knowing she was blind - that she was looking at the canopy. No, she'd been to the canopy before, she'd climbed a tree to dizzying heights only by touch, and not only had it frightened the wits out of her, but she thought it would be an unutterably boring thing to look at. Just leaves and branches. If she could look at anything, she would probably be caught up staring at her friends, connecting the little quirks in their voices and demeanours with how they actually looked. She didn't know much about their physical appearance, only the basics.

Of course, the basics covered such topics as "James is freakishly tall" and "Raven is even shorter than you". She could get the gist of their appearances facial-wise, but that never led her to any new discoveries, especially since not many people were willing to let her sit there and run her hands over their faces for an hour or more, trying to figure out where everything was. Devon could vaguely remember nearly poking out one of James's eyes like that, and she hadn't been very eager to repeat the experiment herself. She just didn't know how to be as gentle with her friends as she could be.

The heat was getting to her, making her remember things - recent things, of course. Everything before recent times, before the island, was as much nothingness as what rested in front of her eyes. Devon smiled at that thought; at least everyone else had some idea of what her life was like. She shifted uncomfortably, scratching open a raw patch on her back from where she'd been itching the night before, and she'd fought so hard to get to that itch. It was painful today, but it had been worth it yesterday.

Wasn't that how everything was?  

[angels_and_blindfolds]

Devon Merseth

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She had barely heard anyone approaching; the slight pops and cracks in the underbrush could have been anything in the jungle. So it shocked Devon when something touched the top of her head, and out of reflex she tensed up, ready to defend herself. When she heard the voice, though - and she berated herself; she should have known from the light step - she frowned. "What do you want, Fox?" she asked.

She purposefully ignored the comment on her height. Honestly, Devon didn't see anything wrong with being shorter or lighter, and she was fairly sure that Hina couldn't have been too much taller than her. While she was invariably one of the shorter ones on the island, not many were too much horrendously taller than her. Unless they were freakish - or guys - or both, like James. James, James, James; she didn't think she'd run into him today, and that was worrying her. Knowing him, he'd done something stupid or was in the process of doing something stupid by her standards, and it would be sheer luck if he wasn't.

Devon didn't understand people very well. Especially not the ones who could see and didn't have to smell every crevice of every fragrance of the jungle. She could smell the sickly-sweet decaying matter under moistly dying leaves; the scent of dead earth rested on the back of her tongue. She licked her lips nervously and picked up on dead skin. "Honestly, Foxy, I'd thought you had better entertainment than me," she said flatly.  

[MetalRocker11712]

~*~*~*~*Nearo Kowasaki*~*~*~*~

Nearo was perched on a branch high in one of the trees, gazing at the surrounding jungle. He enjoyed seeing everything, but he was looking for someone at that moment. He saw James trudging through the thick foliage. Nearo ran his long, slender fingers through his dark hair before leaping down from his perch. "Hey, James," he said, crossing his arms and smiling slightly. It was a decent day, but it was starting to get a bit warm.

The sun was peeking through the holes between the leaves and there was a slight breeze. The faint sound of shrieking sea birds permeated the air. Nearo tasted a slight saltiness that was due to the ocean only a few meters away. Nearo had felt slightly at ease this morning, which was unusual for him. Normally, Nearo hated waking up because he was always so paranoid about what might happen to him when he left his shelter. He was trying very hard to change that and it seemed to be working.  

[angels_and_blindfolds]

Devon Merseth

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"Girl to girl talk?" Devon's smile twisted into a smirk. If she knew how, she would have rolled her eyes; as it was, she stood when the pressure was removed from her head and looked directly at Hina - or as directly as she could. She was probably, she reflected, staring at the fox girl's neck or something. It was just fun to try.

She was fully aware that she should probably have a closer relationship with Hina, as the girl was probably one of the few on the island who agreed with her on a few points, but... It was difficult. She just passed it off as hard-wiring, setting the problem down to instinct, and tried to get along the best she could. Nothing changed the fact, though, that some of the others were much better company for her.

"I would think you could find something, Foxy," she said, shoving her hands in the pockets of her jeans. No matter what happened, Devon was always dressed for some kind of action, be it training or trying to break up - or get involved in - a conflict. They were all teenagers; conflict popped up often enough. She considered them all friends, though. Some were just a little more trustworthy than others. At the fox girl's final comment, she laughed. "More fun? What an interesting observation."