-Stranded- A Semi-Elite RP -

"We don't have to sleep on the ground!" He laughed and went over to what looked like a thermostate, he turned it up and immeadiately the house heat up.
"This almost looks like it could be a bomb shelter." Ben said looking around at the walls.

Lilliana took off Ben's sweatshirt and handed it to him, "We're wet though, and I don't want to get my bed wet..."

Ben took it and hung it on one of the bedposts. He pointed to an electric fire place across from them.

Lilliana went and sat down in front of it crosslegged. "Do you think this place has real food?" Lilliana asked, hoping that if it had food, it would have medical supplies.

((OMG DID YOU READ MY MIND?!))

Ben shrugged and started rumaging through the house, looking for some sort of clue why this was here.
He got to a large air-tight door. Ben yanked it open, There were shelves of canned foods and on one shelf was a stock of everyday medication.

Lilliana turned to see Ben rumaging through cabnets, when he opened the door with the food and medicine she leaped up and asked, "Does it have a meter?"

Ben walked into the pantry and started scanning the shelves for a meter. He found one behind a bottle of tylenol, he tossed it to Lilliana jubilantly. "No boiling blood for you!"

Lilliana caught it and then ran up to Ben and hugged him tightly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome!" He smiled and started to look across the shelves of food, there was probably enough food for the two of them to have full sized meals for a year.

Lilliana smiled, "What about the rest of out group..." Her brow furrowed as she looked through the shelves with Ben.

"That's what I was thinking... There is only enough for maybe, a week with everyone..." Ben said and pulled a box of Wheat Thins from the shelf.

[ARG... Branch needs to get on...]

Lilliana frowned, "Oh No..."

"The thing is... I'm judging by all of the people that were on the plane. I don't know how many people survived, as far as I know we could get this to last for a couple of months." Ben said and put the box back. "There has to be people on this island other then us..."

"There would have to be, or... There were people on the island..." Lilliana said shuttering, she didn't want to think about what had happened to the people.

"This is all fresh though..." Ben said pulling down a bag of corn chips and looking at the date. "We might as well eat, while we have the chance." He said and walked out of the room. He saw a kitchen that they must have not seen when they had come in.

Lilliana followed him but she didn't get anything to eat. She was hungry, but this was someone else's food.

Ben turned and put the bag of chips back. He didn't feel hungry. He sat down on one of the couches in the room and stared up at the metal ceiling.

Lilliana sat back down in front of the fire and stared at the flames.

"What is these others are... er- Bad?" Ben asked adjusting his head. The thought accuring to him. "And I don't think they're a bunch of kids."

Lilliana sighed and then turned her head toward Ben. "What if they are. It's not we did anything to them. Besides most of us are A: Hurt; B: Incapable of taking care of ourselves; C: Emotionaly torn apart; or D: All of the above." Lilliana said. She sighed agian and took her jet black from the bun and brushed it out with her fingers. She tied it back up a few moments later and turned her head to stare into the flames agian.
She sighed and thought about her parents and her sister. They were all probably worried sick, not to mention her grandparents and uncles, aunts, cousins... Everyone. Though, they had only been gone for a few hours... They probably had no idea, now that Lilliana thought about it. Her brow furrowed and she watched the flames flicker. Fire had always interested her. The way it waved and danced, wherever it was, whoever was watching it. It didn't care, but she guessed it couldn't because it was an inamite (sp?) object.

(Inanimante (I think xD))

"Good point; Yet, you know how when you go onto an old crabby persons property they threaten you to Lear with a gun. Maybe these people are like this..." Ben sighed and got up his side wailing in pain. He winced and quickly walked over to the kitchen's sink. He saw his reflection on the metallic looking surface. His face was caked with mud, He had a large scrap over his face. Along with the mud it was mixed with blood and debris. Ben sneered at himself and turned on the sink, he splashed his face with multiple handfuls of water. Eventually after what seemed like twenty minutes his face was free to breath with out being plugged up by mud and blood. The sink was now dirty and had a bit of red to it. Ben furrowed his brow then started to scrub the dirt clean from the sink.

"I look better?" Ben laughed as he looked up at Lilliana, the mud completely washed out of the sink and probably on it's way to the ocean. He looked around the room, multiple doors were along the walls. He walked over to one directly off to his left. He yanked it open, it revealed a shower;bathtub;toilet; and a larger sink. Ben cursed in his mind. He bit his lip and walked in. He viewed his face in the mirror hanging above the sink. Most of the gunk had been cleaned off accept the healing cut that ran along his face diagonally.

Ben rolled his eye's. "I know mother." He laughed and got up, he climbed up on the top bed of the bunk. There was the normal thin sheet ; a middle sheet; and a warm comforter. "We can't be to far from the shore of Italy..." Ben said climbing back down. "I mean, if they could get all of these supplies here. They probably would have to use a Helicopter. Unless there is a landing pad for an airplane." He said and stared down at the fire. "I'm going up to see if I can find any fruit, and maybe watch the stars." He winked and pulled on his nearly dry sweatshirt off of the bedpost and pulled it over his head. "You're welcome to come." He smiled and started to walk down the dark concrete-laid hall.