What if they where stranded after the show?Hmmm:3
Leaves rustles on a sandy shore. Palm trees rattled in the wind. A light breeze blew by. The sea roared, the waves coming up higher and higher until it spit out a teal-haired girl, followed closely bởi two boys. The teal-haired girl, Gwen, coughed heavily.
"Where are we?" She choked out between coughs.
"We could be anywhere." Responded Duncan as he stood and wrung out the hem of his shirt. He was followed closely bởi Trent, who furrowed his brow at the delinquent.
"How could we be anywhere? We're obviously on an island!"
"I meant," Duncan began, scoffing, "That we've been swimming around the ocean for days. We could be anywhere!" It was true. The three teenagers had drifted around in the ocean for approximately four days, sleeping on large bouys at night and eating soggy energy bars and bags of chips Duncan snagged from their hotel in Hawaii. ("Felonies have their advantages!" He'd say while they were eating.) They had got caught in a storm earlier in the day, and gave up to being thrown around in the waves until the ocean spit them out on this unknown shore.
"Guys!" Gwen called out from her ghế, chỗ ngồi in the sand. She was attempting to slice through the tension creeping around Duncan and Trent. Their heads snapped up at the same time to look at her.
"What?" They asked at the some time, but in different tones. Trent's tone of voice was smooth, thêm nonchalant. Duncan's tone was aggressive, as always.
"Arguing isn't going to help. We might as well start exlporing." Then she added quietly, "There's got to be some civilization around here." A flurry of "sure!"'s, "cool!"'s, and "fine with me."'s came from the boys as they Gwen got up and dusted sand off her drippingwet clothes. She surveyed the area thoroughly before spotting a thick row of trees lining the sand. "That's probably our best bet." She said, pointing to a slight gap between trees.
"Totally." Trent agreed, following Gwen. Duncan shrugged a một phút hoặc so later and followed.
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Twigs snapped and leaves crumbled underneath their feet as the trio stomped through the thick underbrush of the forest until they reached a small clearing.
"Okay, we should probably stop here and sleep." Gwen said, obseving the sun starting to dip below the trees.
"I'll go find us some firewood." Trent offered after soaking in the appearance of their resting spot.
"I better go with him before he only comes back with nine pieces." Duncan đã đưa ý kiến after the other boy disappeared into the trees.
"I heard that!" Trent's voice yelled faintly. Duncan rolled his eyes before disappearing behind the trees as well. Gwen sighed before examining the clearing. There was a large log running about half the length of the barely-there babbling stream running the length of the clearing. Over to the side of the log was a large black vòng tròn in the dirt, it's interior riddled with fragile, ashy twigs and bits of burnt paper. A firepit. Gwen went over to examine it and stayed there to study it until Trent and Duncan returned with the firewood.
"You build that?" Duncan questioned, handing her the last energy bar. Gwen shook her head.
"No. It was already there. That's got to be a good sign." She đã đưa ý kiến optimistically.
"Okay!" Trent called over to them as he tossed the last small branch onto the pile. "It's ready, we just have to figure out how to light it." While Trent stood there, running his thumb across his chin in thought, Duncan got mischevious. He smirked and whipped out his lighter, dull and gray from the abuse of the sea.
"It isn't going to work." Gwen whispered. "It's probably waterlogged!"
"I dried it out in the sun." Duncan shrugged. In one quick motion, he had sunk down to the ground and placed a tiny trái cam, màu da cam flame on a stick from the pile. The ngọn lửa, chữa cháy trailed down the length of the branch and then the tiếp theo one until it had enveloped all the branches in a yellow-orange fire. Duncan smiled satisfactorily at his creation while Trent glared at it.
"What'd bạn do that for?" He asked defensively. "The stupid lighter's going to run out of fluid eventually. Then what are we going to do?" Trent practically screeched, his still damp bangs dribbling with water.
"The lighter's full." Duncan shrugged, shoving it back in his pocket and planting himself on the ground. "And I don't think we plan on being here that long." A low growl tumbled out of Trent's mouth as he slumped down onto the ground. As soon as the sun was fully replaced bởi the moon, the three teens fell asleep.
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Gwen's eyes, still heavy with fatigue, snapped open in the darkness. A loud sound had disturbed her sleep, and she looked around the area using what little light the waning ngọn lửa, chữa cháy was still emitting and found Duncan and Trent had also awoken and were both rubbing at their eyes.
"What was that?" Duncan mumbled wearily.
"You guys heard it too?" Gwen whispered. Before either of them could answer, a low, sinister growl did so for them. Gwen raised an eyebrow while the boys each acquired weapons; Duncan with his dao, con dao and Trent with a rugged, beat-up piece of driftwood. The three of them stood up at the same time, silmultaneously shaking their clothes free of sand and dirt. The two boys located the nguồn of the noise as being near to the large log Gwen had been resting on and crept up to the bushes. Looking frantically at their tiptoeing forms, Gwen picked up a sturdy branch and proceeded to follow. Not even two steps later. Duncan gripped her shoulder and spun her back in the direction of their "camp." "What?" Gwen whispered fiercely.
"Get back there." He ordered quietly, but forcefully.
"Why?" She asked, her brow furrowed.
"'Cause, if bạn get eaten bởi some island-monster-ape-thing, it'd really ruin my day!" He đã đưa ý kiến with a humorless laugh on his lips. She scoffed and folded her arms over her chest.
"Fine, but don't get eaten either!" Only after Duncan began to jog after Trent did she add "And don't let Trent get hurt either!" Gwen gradually sauntered back over to the log and plopped down on it, her foot tapping impatiently on the ground as she awaited their return. She heard rustling far away and began to feel uneasy imagining what kind of horrible, evil, vicious creature the guys were attacking-or being attacked by. Gwen shook her head vigorously, so as to scare away the mental image. It was only after that that she noticed the rustling wasn't so far away anymore. It was getting nearer and nearer to her. "Duncan!" She tried, "this isn't funny, just come out an-" Her voice cut out in her throat, and was replaced with a scream as a dark figure leapt from the bushes.
Leaves rustles on a sandy shore. Palm trees rattled in the wind. A light breeze blew by. The sea roared, the waves coming up higher and higher until it spit out a teal-haired girl, followed closely bởi two boys. The teal-haired girl, Gwen, coughed heavily.
"Where are we?" She choked out between coughs.
"We could be anywhere." Responded Duncan as he stood and wrung out the hem of his shirt. He was followed closely bởi Trent, who furrowed his brow at the delinquent.
"How could we be anywhere? We're obviously on an island!"
"I meant," Duncan began, scoffing, "That we've been swimming around the ocean for days. We could be anywhere!" It was true. The three teenagers had drifted around in the ocean for approximately four days, sleeping on large bouys at night and eating soggy energy bars and bags of chips Duncan snagged from their hotel in Hawaii. ("Felonies have their advantages!" He'd say while they were eating.) They had got caught in a storm earlier in the day, and gave up to being thrown around in the waves until the ocean spit them out on this unknown shore.
"Guys!" Gwen called out from her ghế, chỗ ngồi in the sand. She was attempting to slice through the tension creeping around Duncan and Trent. Their heads snapped up at the same time to look at her.
"What?" They asked at the some time, but in different tones. Trent's tone of voice was smooth, thêm nonchalant. Duncan's tone was aggressive, as always.
"Arguing isn't going to help. We might as well start exlporing." Then she added quietly, "There's got to be some civilization around here." A flurry of "sure!"'s, "cool!"'s, and "fine with me."'s came from the boys as they Gwen got up and dusted sand off her drippingwet clothes. She surveyed the area thoroughly before spotting a thick row of trees lining the sand. "That's probably our best bet." She said, pointing to a slight gap between trees.
"Totally." Trent agreed, following Gwen. Duncan shrugged a một phút hoặc so later and followed.
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Twigs snapped and leaves crumbled underneath their feet as the trio stomped through the thick underbrush of the forest until they reached a small clearing.
"Okay, we should probably stop here and sleep." Gwen said, obseving the sun starting to dip below the trees.
"I'll go find us some firewood." Trent offered after soaking in the appearance of their resting spot.
"I better go with him before he only comes back with nine pieces." Duncan đã đưa ý kiến after the other boy disappeared into the trees.
"I heard that!" Trent's voice yelled faintly. Duncan rolled his eyes before disappearing behind the trees as well. Gwen sighed before examining the clearing. There was a large log running about half the length of the barely-there babbling stream running the length of the clearing. Over to the side of the log was a large black vòng tròn in the dirt, it's interior riddled with fragile, ashy twigs and bits of burnt paper. A firepit. Gwen went over to examine it and stayed there to study it until Trent and Duncan returned with the firewood.
"You build that?" Duncan questioned, handing her the last energy bar. Gwen shook her head.
"No. It was already there. That's got to be a good sign." She đã đưa ý kiến optimistically.
"Okay!" Trent called over to them as he tossed the last small branch onto the pile. "It's ready, we just have to figure out how to light it." While Trent stood there, running his thumb across his chin in thought, Duncan got mischevious. He smirked and whipped out his lighter, dull and gray from the abuse of the sea.
"It isn't going to work." Gwen whispered. "It's probably waterlogged!"
"I dried it out in the sun." Duncan shrugged. In one quick motion, he had sunk down to the ground and placed a tiny trái cam, màu da cam flame on a stick from the pile. The ngọn lửa, chữa cháy trailed down the length of the branch and then the tiếp theo one until it had enveloped all the branches in a yellow-orange fire. Duncan smiled satisfactorily at his creation while Trent glared at it.
"What'd bạn do that for?" He asked defensively. "The stupid lighter's going to run out of fluid eventually. Then what are we going to do?" Trent practically screeched, his still damp bangs dribbling with water.
"The lighter's full." Duncan shrugged, shoving it back in his pocket and planting himself on the ground. "And I don't think we plan on being here that long." A low growl tumbled out of Trent's mouth as he slumped down onto the ground. As soon as the sun was fully replaced bởi the moon, the three teens fell asleep.
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Gwen's eyes, still heavy with fatigue, snapped open in the darkness. A loud sound had disturbed her sleep, and she looked around the area using what little light the waning ngọn lửa, chữa cháy was still emitting and found Duncan and Trent had also awoken and were both rubbing at their eyes.
"What was that?" Duncan mumbled wearily.
"You guys heard it too?" Gwen whispered. Before either of them could answer, a low, sinister growl did so for them. Gwen raised an eyebrow while the boys each acquired weapons; Duncan with his dao, con dao and Trent with a rugged, beat-up piece of driftwood. The three of them stood up at the same time, silmultaneously shaking their clothes free of sand and dirt. The two boys located the nguồn of the noise as being near to the large log Gwen had been resting on and crept up to the bushes. Looking frantically at their tiptoeing forms, Gwen picked up a sturdy branch and proceeded to follow. Not even two steps later. Duncan gripped her shoulder and spun her back in the direction of their "camp." "What?" Gwen whispered fiercely.
"Get back there." He ordered quietly, but forcefully.
"Why?" She asked, her brow furrowed.
"'Cause, if bạn get eaten bởi some island-monster-ape-thing, it'd really ruin my day!" He đã đưa ý kiến with a humorless laugh on his lips. She scoffed and folded her arms over her chest.
"Fine, but don't get eaten either!" Only after Duncan began to jog after Trent did she add "And don't let Trent get hurt either!" Gwen gradually sauntered back over to the log and plopped down on it, her foot tapping impatiently on the ground as she awaited their return. She heard rustling far away and began to feel uneasy imagining what kind of horrible, evil, vicious creature the guys were attacking-or being attacked by. Gwen shook her head vigorously, so as to scare away the mental image. It was only after that that she noticed the rustling wasn't so far away anymore. It was getting nearer and nearer to her. "Duncan!" She tried, "this isn't funny, just come out an-" Her voice cut out in her throat, and was replaced with a scream as a dark figure leapt from the bushes.