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Michaela Brown (big_sister_m) wrote in fate__rpg,
@ 2008-04-04 18:30:00

Entry tags:

arabella cardinale, georgia brown, michaela brown

Who: Michaela, Georgia and Arabella
Where: Survivors camp
When: Day Three; Mid-morning

Sand fleas. If there was one thing she hated most about the beach - it was sand fleas. The little buggers had the annoying habit of creeping into even the tightest-fitting clothing and making the owner scratch like mad in an effort to get rid of them. That, coupled with the fact that no one had yet come to rescue them, was making Michaela feel like she was going out of her mind.

"Ugh, these damn fleas," she grumbled, clawing at her bare legs. Why had she chosen to wear shorts on the plane? Why? Stupid idea, really. She should have worn jeans. Oh, she would definitely have been more uncomfortable in the heat, but at least her legs would have been protected. There had been a couple pair of jeans in her luggage, but apparently someone had already assumed her dead and had raided her clothing. She still had her carry-on bag with her and was glad no one had decided to raid that as well. It had all of her cherished personal items within it. Pictures of family and friends, including many of her friend Razzle ('If I ever find that girl, I'm gonna kill her for getting me into this mess,' she thought angrily.), her journal (thankfully still in one piece), wallet, passport, makeup, CD player (which still worked, thank God!)...

"You should have worn trousers. They protect your skin a whole lot better than those half-trousers you are wearing."

Michaela glanced up at the woman who had spoken. It was that Italian chick with the sword, the one who looked like she'd come straight out of one of those pirate movies. One of the doctors on the island had asked Michaela and her sister if they wouldn't mind keeping an eye on the other girl for a couple of days. Michaela had agreed only because she wanted to appear at least a little useful to the others. Sometimes she wished she had Georgia's brains. The girl was smart and eager to help, which in turn made the older sibling feel downright useless.

She couldn't help the glare she returned to Arabella. "Excuse me for not planning ahead for a fucking plane crash," she snapped, brushing sand from her legs.

Arabella's lips curved into a taunting smile and she pushed herself up into a sitting position. One hand lifted to her forehead while the other sought the tree behind her. She propped herself against the tree, reaching for her sword and laying it across her lap. This was her third day recovering from her head injury, and still her head pounded.

Michaela felt a sudden rush of sympathy for the other girl, who looked to be not too many years older than she was. Arabella hadn't told them much about where she had come from, only that she didn't recall ever being on the plane. It wasn't entirely unusual, however, considering there was at least one other person who didn't recall the plane. His name was... Ole? Yeah, that was it. Really cute guy, too.

Pulling her thoughts from the strangeness of the island for a moment, the older Brown sibling searched the area for her sister. Where had that girl got to?

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daddys_lil_ga
2008-04-05 04:50 am UTC (link)

Georgia heard her sister talking, her voice rather loud. Katie had always told them that Michaela was part Italian, and that Italians were loud in general. It had always made them laugh, though deep down, they knew it was a reference to her father... A father who was not Michael.

She walked over to where her sister and a dark haired girl she didn't really know were talking... arguing? something like that...

"Hey, Michaela, look what I found..." she said, pulling up her own suitcase. "My stuff looks OK. I almost had to kill some smartass redneck to get it, though."

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big_sister_m
2008-04-05 06:21 am UTC (link)

She glanced up when her sister put her suitcase on the sand beside her. Visibly pouting, Michaela brushed the sand off her hands and sat up straight, positioning her legs Indian-style and resting her hands in her lap.

"Well, at least one of us has their luggage," she grumped, her glance momentarily sliding toward the other groups of peopled gathered along the beach, wondering if any of them were wearing some of her clothing.

When her gaze returned to her present company, Michaela indicated Arabella with a wave of her hand. "This is Arabella. One of the doctors asked if we'd look after her for a while. She's got somethin' wrong with her head..." She's loony is what she is, Michaela thought to herself.

"There is nothing wrong with my head," the Italian woman spoke heatedly. "I was knocked unconcious, and the lady doctor said I would be fine in a couple of days." All the talking was making her head hurt again - which in turn made her even more grumpy.

Michaela rolled her eyes, letting only her sister see the action. She puffed out her cheeks. "So, besides finding your stuff, what else have you been up to this morning?"

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daddys_lil_ga
2008-04-05 06:29 am UTC (link)

Her sister was pouting. Of course... That was Michaela. Georgia shrugged. "I don't care if you're happy for me. I'm happy for myself." She looked through the contents of the case. "It all looks OK..."

She looked at the other woman, and upon hearing her accent sighed. Michaela and Arabella were both Italian.

This could be a bad setup.

Georgia nodded to Arabella. "Hey, there... I'm sure you'll be fine. Getting bumped in the head can confuse ya a bit, but you'll be OK."

In response to her sister's question, she shrugged. "Fightin' a redneck for my luggage..." she grinned at the memory of how she'd talked the man known as Sawyer into giving up her luggage. That had been difficult.

"Other than that, trying to get to know people... See what I could find as far as stuff that might get us rescued sooner."

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big_sister_m
2008-04-05 07:03 am UTC (link)

"I never said I wasn't happy for you," she argued sheepishly. "Just wish I could find my own crap, is all."

Arabella's eyes narrowed at Georgia. "I keep telling everyone - I am not confused. I don't know how I came to be in this - place - with you people..."

Loo-ooo-ooony, Michaela sing-songed in her head.

She smirked at her sister. Always the feisty one, her Georgia. "Well, it's not like you haven't had practice." Her smirk faded to a half-smile, thoughts returning to home. She missed Hazzard so much that even if Boss Hogg showed up she'd likely leap into his fat arms and give him a big ol' hug.

"I heard that doctor guy, Jack, talking about how he was gonna go into the jungle to try and find the front of the plane. Said something about a transiever... and that if he could find it, it might get us rescued faster." She heaved a sigh. "I hope he finds it."

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daddys_lil_ga
2008-04-05 07:07 am UTC (link)

Georgia smiled. She'd gotten a rise out of her sister. She was OK with that. She just needed to know that Michaela was still herself.

This Italian girl was indeed a little strange. "The plane," Georgia said, trying to avoid sounding annoyed. "The plane crashed. That's why we're all here."

Georgia nodded. "Years and years of fightin' with Lee Edwards shoulda prepared me for that." she said, a small smile on her face. Sometimes she still missed that boy.

She agreed with her sister. "That Jack guy... He's some kind of guy... A blasted genius." She shrugged. "Not bad lookin', either," she added, sending a meaningful glancec Michaela's way.

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big_sister_m
2008-04-05 07:20 am UTC (link)

"I wasn't on any plane," Arabella snapped, wincing as pain shot through her head.

Michaela stared at the girl. Maybe she really hadn't been on the plane. Maybe... maybe she had already been on the island.

She glanced back at her sister when Georgia began speaking again. She snorted softly. "I never thought I'd say this, but I miss Lee. Even if he was a pain in the ass." She grinned as she said this. It wasn't exactly true, really. Lee could be a pain, yes, but he was sweet, and treated her little sister with all the respect and love she deserved.

Her grin widened at the look Georgia gave her at the mention of the doctor. "Not bad lookin?" She repeated in mock-disbelief. "Georgia, he's freakin' hot."

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daddys_lil_ga
2008-04-05 12:31 pm UTC (link)

Georgia shrugged. "Maybe you're right," she agreed. If the woman was wrong, maybe it was only because she was in a state of confusion, and telling her she was wrong could only be bad.

Georgia smiled a little. "Yeah... Yeah, I miss him, too..." She stopped, then looked at her sister. "You tell anybody that, I'll kick your ass."

She rolled her eyes at her sister's assessment. "I guess so... If you get off on that whole unlikely hero bit..."

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big_sister_m
2008-04-06 09:42 am UTC (link)

Frowning, the older sibling stared askance at Georgia. She honestly hadn't expected her sister to agree with this woman.

Apparently Arabella hadn't expected it either. She looked at Georgia. "You don't believe me," she replied hollowly. "You think I am crazy. Well," Arabella stood, sword still in hand, "I am not crazy. Consider your task of 'watching over me' done." With that, the woman turned and marched away from the sisters. She didn't care where she was going, as long as it was somewhere in which people didn't believe her to be mad.

Michaela, eyebrow arched, watched the woman go. Apparently all Italians, even those who were only half, were prone to exaggerated emotions.

"That was weird," she commented.

Then she grinned at what her sister said next. "Don't worry, I won't tell your boyfriend-" she sing-songed the word "-how much you wuvved and missed while stuck here."

"As a matter of fact I do get off on the unlikely hero bit." Michaela stuck her tongue out at her sister, and playfully shoved her.

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daddys_lil_ga
2008-04-06 08:42 pm UTC (link)

Georgia shrugged at her sister's look. She supposed weirder things could happen. And this island was pretty weird anyway.

"But..." she tried to stop the girl, but she didn't get the chance. The girl was gone.

Georgia agreed. "Really weird. I don't know what the deal was."

Glaring at Michaela, she shook her head. "He's not my boyfriend!" she said, fighting back memories of Lee Edwards that made her want to cry.

Georgia yelped at the unexpected shove from her sister. "You would," she replied, responding to the fact that her sister did have a thing for the unlikely hero. "I get off on the real man bit..." she said, trailing off to leave her sister guessing just what she was talking about.

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big_sister_m
2008-04-09 10:34 am UTC (link)

"Pfft. Whatever." Michaela rolled her eyes. She straightened her legs out in front of her and leaned back, propping herself up with her arms. Closing her eyes, the girl tilted her head back, letting the sun warm her skin. Any other time it would've been nice to visit a beach like this.

"I wonder what they're doing right now..." She said after a few moments. "Back home. Think they're missing us?"

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	daddys_lil_ga 2008-04-09 04:39 pm UTC (link)
	Georgia shook her head. "It's not like that anymore, Mikey!" she said, really not wanting to think about that anymore. She'd cry. She shrugged. "Lee's probably workin' like a dog in Dallas's shop," she said, momentarily picturing her ex-boyfriend in a wifebeater and jeans leaned over under the hood of a car. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

big_sister_m
2008-04-10 06:33 am UTC (link)

Georgia's protests didn't faze Michaela. Little sister's relationship with whomever wasn't her business. In truth, she could have cared less. But she didn't let her sister see that.

An annoyed sigh escaped the young woman. She lifted a hand to brush a thick lock of brown hair behind her ear, then said in that same annoyed tone, "I was talking about our family, not stupid Lee." She sighed again. "If they even know we're missing. I'm sure they do, right? Since the plane didn't land when and where it was s'posed to..."

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daddys_lil_ga
2008-04-10 08:08 pm UTC (link)

Georgia shrugged. "Well, you were talking about Lee a minute ago. How was I supposed to know?" She wanted to cry thinking about her family. All she wanted was a big comforting hug from her dad. "Mikey, I'm sure they know we're missing. And Daddy has lots of friends with the brass in DC, so I'm sure he's gotten them looking for us..."

But how much good that would do with a plan landing off course, Georgia didn't know.

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	big_sister_m 2008-04-12 03:44 am UTC (link)
	Thinking of her dad made the young woman want to cry, as well. Even Matthew's constant teasing would have been welcome. "It's been three days, Georgia." Michaela was whining now, but as always, she didn't care. "Why hasn't anyone come?" She kicked at the sand, taking her frustration out that way instead of crying. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	daddys_lil_ga 2008-04-12 03:57 am UTC (link)
	Georgia shrugged. "These things take time," she said. "Considering that they have to figure out where we were when we went down..." She sighed. "Least we're still alive for them to find." (Reply to this) (Thread)

	big_sister_m 2008-04-12 05:36 am UTC (link)
	"Can't the freakin' satelites tell 'em that?" She snapped, gesturing toward the sky. "The FBI can find any-damn-body. You'd think they'd be able to find a big-ass plane." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	daddys_lil_ga 2008-04-12 05:42 am UTC (link)
	Georgia shrugged. "Well, a big ass plane, maybe, but not a broken in a million pieces ass plane..." She sighed. Ever since they'd found out they landed off course, Michaela had been on edge, and Georgia didn't know how to deal with it. She herself was stressed, but she had her wits at least. She wasn't freaking out and gesturing at the sky. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

big_sister_m
2008-04-12 06:30 am UTC (link)

Michaela sighed, too. "Yeah, I guess." A big hug from Mom would have been really good. But as selfishly as she might have wanted her parents around, she was not so shallow or heartless as to wish either of them to have been in the crash.

"It's just... people think I'm useless here, George. The only 'important' thing anyone's asked me to do is watch after that crazy Italian chick. Even that Boone guy's being more help than me, and he doesn't look much bigger or older than me."

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daddys_lil_ga
2008-04-12 02:42 pm UTC (link)

Georgia smiled a calm smile, hoping that it would cause her sister to calm down a little.

"Mikey, I don't think you're useless," she said. "Let them think what they want." She snickered at the comment about Boone. The brash young man was known for trying to help, but not always knowing how to do so, and honestly, Michaela could have pulled as much weight as him if given the opportunity.

"Just because Jesus Jack and all the frickin' island saints haven't given you a big job to do doesn't mean that you're not useful."

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	big_sister_m 2008-04-17 04:16 pm UTC (link)
	A grin made its way to Michaela's face at her sister's comment about 'Jesus Jack'. "Why're you always the level-headed one? S'really annoying." But she was teasing. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	daddys_lil_ga 2008-04-18 01:01 am UTC (link)
	Georgia shrugged. "I just am. I was created to be the brains to your beauty." She grinned. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	big_sister_m 2008-04-18 01:17 am UTC (link)
	Still grinning, Michaela rocked once against her sister, playfully bumping the other girl. Then she slapped at a flea crawling across her thigh, and her expression soured. "Argh. You didn't happen to find anything to deal with these stupid sand fleas, did you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	daddys_lil_ga 2008-04-18 03:18 pm UTC (link)
	Georgia was caught off guard when her sister bumped her and had to catch her balance. "Jeez, Mikey. Be careful!" She grinned, though, letting her sister know she was only teasing. "Nope. But I bet that Sawyer guy found all the bug spray in the whole damn plane." (Reply to this) (Parent)