[losty09]

((alright i'm gonna post a second character so there will be more survivors to interact with until we get more people))

Damien crawled out of the shallows and onto the sand. Behind him people were crying out for help. But he had to look out for himself, and leave them to do the same. He made his way the beach, away from the water and the burning fuselage. Then he sat, his back leaned against the trunk of a tree.

Half the wreckage from the plane was on the beach, half in the water. People were clinging to pieces of broken aluminum in the water, trying hard to stay above the waves that threatened to suck them down and bury them in a watery grave. Damien pitied those who couldn't swim well. They would be having a tought time of things. He saw a few people pulling people to shore, and he knew that not all he bodies they brought in would be alive. He knew he should help, but he didn't. He was his main priority. Himself, no one else.

Damien shrugged off his sodden tailored jacket, and then his linen shirt. His skin was pale, his body toned and well muscled. He glanced at his soaked pants. He hated wearing wet clothes. He wanted to go search for his suit case, but the choas was overwhelming. He needed to wait until things became calmer, and then he would look. Perhaps he could locate his briefcase and therefore his cell phone. Then he'd be able to help the rescue teams find then. Damien leaned back aganst the tree to wait.