<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91152.msg3989482#msg3989482">Quote from: rpgirl85 on 08-12-2010, 11:38:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Desmond on the island-<br/></strong>Unlike most days though, the sea today was a roaring beast and Desmond could feel a storm brewing up at the horizon.  The wind had an uneasy feeling to it and he decided to head back to the huts and prepare for the upcoming storm. He saw Tony on his way back sitting beneath the palm tree drawing. " Hey Tony...think there is a nasty storm headin our way bro..." Desmond had to yell over the sounds of the strong winds to make himself audible.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Tony {On the Beach}<br/><br/>Tony heard Desmond calling to him, but he was barely heard over the gusts of wind and crashing waves that seemed to be increasing by the hour. It was something about the storm, as he nodded in agreement.  Standing up he walked with Desmond back to camp - hoping to make any preparation needed in case the storm turned their way. It wouldn't be the first time they were hit with severe weather, and he knew all to well what to expect.<br/><br/>As he walked with Desmond he couldn't help notice his new attire, which now consisted of leaves sewn together. He looked down at his own tattered shorts, and wondered how long it would be before he was dressed like a tribal warrior. It was a thought he didn't like. If so, it would mean that they were still unable to go home - and Tony wanted to go home. The others seemed to embrace the experience, and while he enjoyed some of the aspects on living on the island, he often found himself craving the touch of a woman more than anything else.