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[I thought about that for a moment, but Veronica is wearing a two piece, and the post said one piece.]

Veronica looked up at the coconuts. "Can't say I'm looking forward to eating coconuts" she said just so it wouldn't get too quiet. "Actually, the funny thing is that I started this little habit after playing Metal Gear Solid 3."

Amber turned to look where Mia was just about to run off to and spotted three other girls, a bit of a distance from them. She squinted, trying to focus in on
them more, whether it worked or not. The sun was burning as the other few people got off the boat as well. She turned to look at the people in the boat,
unsure to approach the other three girls or not. After all, when stranded somewhere, anywhere, in the middle of practically no where, it was best to
stay in a group. But when Amber looked down at Mia, she slightly rolled her eyes and sighed quietly, gently picking up her hand. "Let's go see."
Seeing as her voice cracked dryly, she coughed a bit to try and clear up the salt in her throat and licked her dry lips.

Trapped, somewhere, an island the most obvious and most cliche, Amber almost wanted to laugh out of shock but her pride and dignity wouldn't allow
her to do so. She felt icky and disgusting, being splashed by salt water and drifting around all night. What she wanted now, besides some clean water to
drink, was a nice hot shower or just to get bathed and clean and wear nice clean clothes, not a crispy sun dried tank top and denim shorts. She
wouldn't mind a toothbrush and some toothpaste either. She used her hand to shade her eyes, trying to ignore the hot sand around her toes but at the
least, her flip flops kept a small boundary between her feet and the sand.

Veronica closed her eyes. She'd already accepted that she'd probably have to eat coconut anyway. She rested for a little bit as the warn wind blew ageist her face. Being stranded aside this island wasn't too bad. At least not yet. "I wouldn't be confidant in my ability in hunting. Sure I'd be a decent shot, but I don't think we have any guns. The only weapon I have are knifes." she said before she looked at Sara, "Don't mind sharing your name? I'm Veronica"

((had to force myself not to make any MGS3 references. was gonna have him put on a headband and stuff, but i refrained. XP))

Mike began to, once again, try to force himself upright. He could still feel the exhaustion pulling him down, but he was able to muster up enough strength to finally stand. He took a moment to get his bearings straight once more, before looking around. Instinctively, he reached inside his jacket pocket. Oddly enough, his glasses case was still there. he chuckled a little. "there's no way i thought to put them in..." as he spoke, he opened the case, and stopped. He chuckled even louder as he pulled the unbroken glasses out. "well... that's probably gonna be my only bit of luck today..." he slid them on his face, and began to take in his surroundings from a more mobile perspective.

Then he heard what he thought were voices. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to see if they were for real. He'd figured the chances of finding people was slim, but then again, there WERE a lot of people on that boat. He looked over in the direction he thought (or more appropriately, hoped) he heard the voices from. he slipped his jacket off, tying it by the sleeves around his waist. no sense in leaving good cloth behind. and, who knew if he'd need it or not. he started off in the direction, at a somewhat fast stagger. He was still very much exhausted and in pain.he actually didn't have to go very far. after a few minutes of walking, he could faintly make out some human forms in the distance, seemingly doing what he'd been doing. waking up, and reacting. He made an attempt to call out to them, but staggering wasn't the only sign of his exhaustion. he could only manage to get slightly louder than a conversational volume. he sighed, and began to trudge forward once more, gritting his teeth with each labored step.

"I'm Sara." Sara answered when she was asked about her name. The conversation went on and she let it. She couldn't get her mind off her parents. She watched as one of the girls fell asleep and the other got a blank look. She slide down so she was sitting down and pulled her knees to her chest, resting her cheek upon one of her knees. She didn't want to be here. How were they going to survive? None of them really should have any survival skills.