Chan's crib :: Do not post in my room without some intentions lol 

Time was not passing, even when the sun was setting every new day was nothing new on the island. The solitude has long ago become a part of the horizone yet every time Chan'd stay on the beach late to watch the sunset it was feeling still painful.. the feeling of being alone. But wasn't what he's looked for to happen to be here.. All this time he thought the purpose of this place was to give the desired rest of the world. But as with everything else in life when you wished for something you didn't know what you were getting. Because the forever lasting escaping was starting to feel as heavy as the memory of the burden.. The burden of all the choices made and untaken chances.. of all he happened to get the chance to be here. There must be a better meaning than this.. to stay alone. And the sun has set down again, beautifully, putting his aching thoughts in the hideous trap of the darkness..

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@003 Chan /goes blank at the question, not really having thought this through since I was expecting you to just open right away to prank you and the turn of events leaves me rather lamely standing by the door trying to come up with something;
King Kongin

places a boombox underneath the deck and blasts knock knock before running away, snickering

@002 Jongin /wakes up, stressed with every sound lately, who'd find him in the jungle so creepy..
Who-o-o is there?

/rings the doorbell 5 times and quickly ducks behind a palm tree

The sudden burst of memories brought clouds even on the sunny skies above Chan. Maybe for first time since he was stranded on the Island he felt actually lonely. He was missing someone. Two people in fact. They shared the same name, maybe that's why he confused himself with his feeling about them. And made mistake, such a huge mistake. Exactly in this moment of deepest frustration he woke up on the beach, thrown away by the waves.. he foolishly thought with this the past was washes away too. Maybe it was up to him to overcome the memories after all.
There were two people in his life sharing the same name. And same dream as him. He should have just made a choice.
And he thought he can choose to forget already..
He had to pull himself up and go on his daily walk to the caves. He'd always find treasures there.

It was today when Chan suddenly remembered something.. a name went on the surface now and stole the peace off his thoughts. A name shared by two people.. yes, it was exactly this way..
A guy was having the same name as someone dear to Chan.. how did they meet again.. how did they break up..
Was that the reason for hes was now stranded on the Island alone? Because he didn\t deserve company? Friend, lover..
Tears filled his eyes but never fell. Once he'd loved, once, he was a person. Now he was just a mere shadow..

Did months pass or it was just a long moment... very long. As if it could last for ever. His precious solitude was unbreakable.
Every day was a calm walk to another beautiful dream, every dream was ending with a gorgeour sunrise leadin to another calm day. It was not needed to put much thought in anything but still Can needed to prove himself hr was existing, every day.
He discovered the hiills, the coves, found the empty village. And naturally felt like he owned all of this. Who'd even oppose it?
He was spending his days singing old song and wondering.. about all the new songs that were written while he was... missing...

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Getting used to Island was easy when the weather was nice. Although the lack of rain made Chan have to bring water for the tank from the river. On the other side the sun was charging the solar panels and he couldn't say he needed anything more since he had some music to play on a small player. Old songs captured him in time and nothing was happening, just like paradise, it felt eternal.

His very first borrowing was pretty successful or so he thought. He returned to the house satisfied after taking this and that from other houses he found next to the river. A fishing stick and kit of hooks seemed so promising but for today Chan was just alright with the fruits he gathered a tropical feast... for one..
The odd feeling of being part of something supernatural or evil couldn't fade away tho. In some of the houses he found photos of people, personal items, all proving that people.. used to live there.. here... maybe they've moved to other part of the island. If so then maybe it was not safe for Chan to stay.. he was not able to make his mind so he just spent the long warm and heavy afternoon laying in the hammock and observing the small piece of the river hat was in his view from his, yet his house. As if he hoped to see someone else walking there..

Chan was still alone when he woke up, maybe the fever gave him the illusion, no the need of someone there to take care of him. What was Paradise when you were not able to share it..
His head was getting filled with weird thoughts so he decided to do something to rush away the bad feeling. To put everything in order just like he'd tidy the room. It was a good form of therapy right now. He's found a shelter next he needed to think of the food. Knowing the way he came from he already knew that there was nothing to be found or gathered. He couldn't go that far either but from the house he could see that under there was a river or something. The house was hanging above it. Maybe it was not the safest location as he came to think but it he was already too fond to this place and climbing up to find a tree house in the heights seemed too primitive to him. And he's spent just 2 days on the island to feel so primitive.. yet.
The river seemed promising. The water was clear even tho Chan could see mud and leaves gathered after the strong storm. The water was always finding its way, always clearing the path. He followed this path, walking against the flood. Found other houses and met nobody. Why would all these houses be built here and not inhabited anymore. Why would everybody disappear suddenly.. why would he suddenly appear here.. Maybe he had to learn to abandon such needless questions but if he didn't ask would he still be human.. He definitely needed to find something to occupy his mind with, before he'd lose it. Trees, birds songs, colorful flowers all painting the picture of an amazing adventure around him, he had to coalesce..

Laying alone he could recall vague memories of frustration with the outer world. Expectations never become real things. By now when he got something that he obviously wanted from the bottom of his heart, a very genuine desire to overcome..
The sun brightened his mind, however he just stayed in the bed, his own make-out paradise. The house seemed really nice, Chan thought, the transparent plastic walls were filling the room with the living green picture from the outside. Quite shaddy but warm. Later on Chan would clean the floor and all the plexiglass. The rain has filled the watertank on the roof and the sun helped with it's boiling and cleaning. One by one the things started to fix in some natural order. A day passed and nobody returned. Another day began and Chan made a plan to explore around a bit.

Chan could tell that the small wood house was not inhabited since weeks, or longer. There was dirt on the floor, because the hige window has been left wide open. Unlike the other tree houses he saw this one was handing from the hill. Maybe wasn't that safe but right now the freezing boy found it perfectly cozy.
He slid the window closer and muted the sounds of the storm. The fire place was empty and cold and he didn't see woods gathered anywhere so he quickly gave up on the idea of starting a fire. Still not sure if he was allowed to touch and use anything, he was just shivering in the middle of the quite room needing a few more minutes to wrap it up together. The whole situation of being stranded.
His sneakers were drenched with mud and it was nearly painful to take his swallen feet off them. Removing the wet clothes was just as hard, like it has been raining glue. And remaining was the final stage of realizing that he was still alive and this was not that afterlife paradise but another place where people would come with themselves, with all of their sins and flaws, a place where one would do the same mistakes they were running away from.Was it too much to promise to himself to try to change? In any meaning he was already changed.
The weather slowly recovered from the storm and the peaceful warmth was brought back over the Island. Chan was sleeping in the large bed, not rushing to make questions nor to look around for needlees answers.

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