Marcus had the great fortune of colliding with the jagged edges of a shattered window during the crash, causing him to suffer a gaping wound on his left arm. As soon as the CACOPHONY of the incident had settled down, the doctor spent quite a while to finding the most basic of supplies to tend to his gash. His efforts led to a sewing kit and a crate of vodka. This will do. With vodka as a disinfectant and a needle and thread from the kit, the surgeon, with a colorful string of expletives, was able to sow his six-inch-long wound. After wrapping his handiwork with a torn piece of clothing, Marcus immediately set off to work. âWhoâs wounded?â he asked, deep voice momentarily booming above the cries of the seagulls and the sound of water crashing onshore.
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  Her head felt like a giant bell that had been hit. Everything was ringing, the world still felt like it was shaking beneath her, eyes peeling open only so she could blink several times at the flash of light, the sky was too bright. Too blue, the ground beneath her was still shaking. The sound of waves reached her left ear, the other was blocked. Maybe she shouldâve paid more attention to that first aid course she had taken a couple of years back, was it something to do with blood or her ear drum ? How long did it take to regain her hearing ? Should she sit up or stay laying down ? The questions circled around her mind like small birds whizzing past too fast for her to catch them.Â
   She decided to lay still, staying still couldnât kill her ( unless she was bleeding out somewhere. no pressure. ) there was a body near her ( Alive or dead ? ) she remembered the plane. There was no way she was alone, she wondered how long she had been unconscious for. Her voice was hoarse âHello? Is there anyone there ?â There was no way she could lay like this any longer, her body shifted as she sat up, supporting herself on her right elbow. Clearing her throat she repeated her question louder this time, and prayed to whatever entity was looking down on her life to have mercy on her for once.
  After tending to most of the wounded he could find onshore, Marcus returned to the plane wreck to scavenge for more supplies. With the sun already halfway gone, the sky had turned a deep shade of orange. The color told him that he was running out of daylight fast, and that he should quicken his pace for the sake of the injured that had yet to receive medical care. As luck would have it, he found a small plastic container filled with bandages, cotton, povidine-iodine and a few painkillers. The supplies, which must have been the planeâs standard first aid equipment, were not much compared to the sheer number of people that needed them. Nonetheless, it was a welcome gift.Â
  As he was about to return to camp, he heard a human speak. They asked a question once, but Marcus, in his belief that his exhausted mind had simply been playing tricks on him, did not answer it. The person repeated their question a second time. âIâm here,â he finally replied. Marcus tracked the source of the voice, and upon finding the bloodied body from which it came from, he crouched down beside it. âIâm Dr. Cavanaugh --â he started with a voice that meant to soothe, â-- a licensed Neurosurgeon.â It was textbook, introducing oneâs self to a victim first with the intention of gaining their confidence and trust. In their particular situation, however, Marcus knew his words held little-to-no-weight since he didnât have the luxury of giving her concrete proof of his credentials. Her survival, now, depended on how desperate she was to stay alive. âHow are you feeling?âÂ
with pale green eyes wide and the southern belleâs face in a pallid shade of shock, mylori sat in the sand, covered in soot and blood that wasnât hers. as the head ER nurse on her floor, the georgian had never lost a patient. now she was staring at what was a dead bodyâŚthere was no saving the person, and mylori knew it, but she had to try. the blonde remained only clad in mutilated shorts and a black lacy bralette. she had used everything else to bandaid the wounds of others. as another approached, the girl turned, hot tears running down her cheeks. ââthere was nothing more i could doâŚi-i..â her voice fell husky and her thick southern drawl even thicker than normal.
Marcus stopped short of the crying woman. For a flicker of a second, brown eyes met green and parted with them as he continued to assess the situation. As a neurosurgeon, Marcus had little-to-no deaths under his hands, which caused him be seeked by people near and far. The doctor had to be great at his job, of course. How else was he going to afford his penthouse at the Ritz and his fiancee with an insatiable taste for luxurious things? On the other hand, his years at the hospital had warranted him a nearly intimate acquaintance with death. He was so used to seeing people die that as Belle wept over the corpse, he looked at it calculatingly, mulling over how they could have died. It didnât cross him that makeshift tourniquets on the cadaver were wrapped with a degree of precision characteristic of very experienced hands. âYou work in the medical profession?â
âHEYââ she could spot it from a mile away. the too familiar camouflage patches were quick to warrant the females attention; even if she had been stood several feet from the other, observing an unclaimed bag of its contents. as quick as her legs would carry her, teegan is quick to eagerly snatch up the combat jacket from the others feet. bright green hues examine the material for a name patch that upon finding, the bold letters reflect back at her spelling out ASHWOOD. tossing it up onto her shoulders, her slender frame practically drowned in the oversized item.
Marcus was startled that a girl had appeared near his feet out of thin air, but he stood his ground and gave little indication of it. Seconds later, her object of interest came into view â a military jacket. The corners of his lips tugged up into a smirk. âIf you strategically chose that for camouflage, in addition to warmth, Iâm impressed. I wish I could have seen it sooner.â
     She was shaken. By the crash and Jessicaâs death. Nothing seemed to be going right. Dottie couldnât keep a job. This was supposed to be a vacation with no stress, but well â it didnât seem like it was going to start out that way. She was missing her stiletto and all of her expensive travelling supplies that she was already looking around for. âHas anyone seen my other shoe?â They had to be rescued soon. Dottie couldnât handle being in a situation like this for very long.
     Marcus had been silent for quite some time. With his back hunched over, he was seated on a hard-shell luggage bag, the difficult-to-get-rid-of kind that withstood even a plane crash and an inferno that came soon after. If only humans were made with shells as tough as that... Dottie did not ask anyone in particular, thus leaving her question to thin air for several awkward seconds. As with a few others in proximity, Marcus chose to ignore her query since his throat felt too dry to talk and his body felt too taxed to worry about a missing shoe. Eventually, however, a trickle of guilt overtook him. It was strong enough to make him shout back. âCare to give specifics?â
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Water again with another bby boy, but this time, one whoâs made of MONEY MONEY MONEYâ˘
Is that THEO JAMES scavenging for food onshore? Nah, itâs just MARCUS CAVANAUGH, the THIRTY-year-old PHYSICIAN from FIRST Class! Word has it, HE took the flight to Bali because HE WANTED TO VISIT HIS FIANCEE WHO WAS DOING HUMANITARIAN WORK IN INDONESIA. The flight attendants said they can be DEBONAIR, RETICENT, and PRAGMATIC. How long do you think would it take before they turn batshit crazy? (water, 19, gmt+8, she/her, none)
TW: CORPORAL PUNISHMENT
BACKSTORY
Marcus Cavanaugh has it all -- a booming practice in Neurosurgery, a 118.5 million-dollar-penthouse in the New York Ritz, a top-of-the-line black Audi R8 Spyder, an English Mastiff named Jack, and a smoking hot fiancee who does humanitarian work when sheâs not starring in the next blockbuster.Â
He was born in an affluent American family that prided itself in its involvement in politics. His father was a Senator, and his grandfather before that. His mother was a modern-day Jackie Kennedy -- all brains, all grace, all love of country. His sister, on the other hand, currently heads a very successful law firm in Manhattan. Sheâs vying for the Senate as well, and after that, the Presidency.Â
Growing up, Senator Cavanaugh kept an iron grip on his only son. He beat the scrawny boy mercilessly for the smallest of faults.Â
All that negative reinforcement wasnât really effective at making him bend to his fatherâs will, however. Marcus turned out to be the black sheep of the family, taking the path of medicine instead of law.Â
When he was a little boy, he tended to like the cloying smell of disinfectant that was characteristic of hospitals. He was also fascinated with the thought of saving lives with the use of a scalpel and a pair of forceps, among other things.
To the dismay of his father and to the delight of his ever-supportive mother, he attended Harvard from Pre-Medicine up to his Medical Proper. Throughout his years of study, he pushed his limits just to spite his father and prove him wrong. After several more years, he received his license to practice Neurosurgery.Â
Marcus worked at the Mount Sinai Hospital before the plane crash. He established his high credibility there, and is now able to finance his luxuries through his own pockets. He keeps in touch with both his mother and his sister, but he has not fully reconciled with his father.Â
CHARACTERISTICS + MISC.
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Heâs confident, elegant, and well-read. He has an intense look that makes him seem very intimidating to a passerby. However, his close friends know him for being a gentle and caring guy.Â
HE IS A WORKAHOLIC. He has this really luxurious penthouse over at the Ritz but he rarely sleeps in it because of his work. If heâs not working on brain trauma and such, you can find him reading medical journal upon medical journal, gobbling new knowledge greedily so that he could improve his practice.Â
He tended to jump from fling to fling -- most of which he met in galas or in hotel bars. When he was introduced to his current fiancee, he didnât feel the need to transfer to another woman anymore. Theyâve been together for a year now. He proposed to her a month ago.Â
Other than her current fiancee -- letâs name her Natalka, there was only one person he really loved, and that was Lara (hi omg).Â
Marcus is a can within a can within a can. Without the right tool, itâs nearly impossible to make him open up. He trusts only a few people and even then, he doesnât trust them fully. Even though she already has his engagement ring on her finger, Natalka only knows the lightest parts of his childhood.Â
Marcus, above all, is a practical, practical man. On top of that, he has a highly logical mind. You can never catch him being idle, nor doing something crazy out of pure whim. That might change on the island, however.Â
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