Krystal Wilmington

[drewdeburg]

Name: Krystal Faye Wilmington

Age: 28 (although she pretends she is 24)

Occupation: Unemployed (once a successful model)

Appearance:


Nationality: British, lives in Australia.

Skills: Being a trophy wife to her successful entrepreneur husband, George Wilmington, she is a master of formal etiquette. A master of manipulation, Krystal managed to start with just $500 to her name, to now having over $10 million. In addition, she is skillful at "winning a man" and at being deceitful. Many have fallen under her manipulation - George being one of them.

Weaknesses: Once Krystal has power she gets a bit carried away - George and many others have paid the price for giving her enough power to control them. A highly selfish individual, she has no ability to look after herself and so is dependent on maids and servants. Spoilt, underhand, selfish, two-faced, loud, brash, fake - all "qualities" Krystal has.

Frequent moods: B***hy, moany, whiny all the time, always wanting something more. Will be sweet and nice to people, however, but once they are no longer of use she will drop them and act like her usual self.

Reason for flying: Krystal needs to escape before her past caught up with her...

Item from the wreckage: Photographs... her marriage, George, her childhood, a mysterious woman...

[drewdeburg]

PART 1
FLASHBACK 1 OF 4

***Three months before the crash***

Should I push the button or not?

It was night in Sydney, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring... except Krystal. She was in her private lounge, with her laptop.

Glancing up at her life - these walls, these paintings, these chairs, this house, this LIFESTYLE... everything. She questioned herself... would she be prepared to give everything up?

George was gone, as far as she was concerned. She did not love that man anymore, and she didn't need him, especially after his rather helpful present - millions of dollars in a bank account only she could access.

But what about 8 years? 8 years of her life? Could she give up and go, just like that?

A sound pricked her ears. Someone was coming through...

"Hey sweetheart," said an old croaky voice.

Krystal looked up in alarm, glancing up at the older man.

"What's that you're doing?" He asked her.

"Oh just... some late night shopping," Krystal lied.

"Oh, lets see," the man said.

Krystal showed him an online supermarket page, where she was ordering groceries.

"Oh, well that's bizarre," the man said, "but you are aren't you, my precious?" The old man said this lovingly.

"Yes, darling, now go back to bed. It's three in the morning," Krystal said, persuasively, "I will be right there," she said in a sexy tone, winking at him.

He grinned happily, and left the room.

Krystal cursed. She hadn't pushed the button.

She hadn't escaped.

[drewdeburg]

PART 1
FLASHBACK 2 OF 4

***Two months before the crash***

Should I push the button or not?

It was daytime in Sydney, and Krystal was back on her laptop. She wanted to escape again.

Flashes of her life passed before her, she was glad that all the good times replayed through her mind, and not the bad.

Could she do it? Leave her life and go on, to new things? Take nothing, and start over? Could she leave those she loved? Those she hated? Those she wished she had never met? Could she give up all chances of a peaceful, but settled life?

These questions passed through her mind... tears came to her eyes. She didn't want to be caught. She HAD to push the button.

As she moved to push the button, a woman entered the room.

"Krystal," the woman said, "what is you doin', I said," the woman repeated in her upbeat tone, "what is you doin' inside on a day like this? Girl, you got a tan to maintain!"

"Why Josieane," Krystal said sweetly, "how nice of you to remind me, "I will just change clothes and be right out."

"Ok, ma'am," Josieane said obediantly, "oh," she stopped, "did it come?"

Krystal stared at her.

"Yes, Josieane... it came."

Josieane nodded and closed the door.

Krystal cursed. Josieane, who would gossip and tell everyone if she found out, had hindered Krystal's plans.

Krystal hadn't pushed the button.

She hadn't escaped.

Again.

[LostLuverJemmz]

OoOoOoOoH. I'm interested. Can't wait to see more.

[ana]

Curiouser and curiouser...

She's having trouble deciding to push the button....it must be the button that cancels her nail appointment.... ;D he he he...

Hmmm...did she marry the old man for his money and is now looking for a way to do him in?

[drewdeburg]

ana said:

Curiouser and curiouser...

She's having trouble deciding to push the button....it must be the button that cancels her nail appointment.... ;D he he he...

Hmmm...did she marry the old man for his money and is now looking for a way to do him in?

Haha, nail appointment got me laughing! ;D

Ana, you and everyone else will have to wait...

[Natz]

Maybe one day she'll end up pushing the button every 108 minutes and one day it'll blow up the world.. ..Just a suggestion....

[drewdeburg]

lostaddictnatz said:

Maybe one day she'll end up pushing the button every 108 minutes and one day it'll blow up the world.. ..Just a suggestion....

Haha, I wrote that and then thought "button"... well done Natalie for figuring it out first *hands out gold star*

[Hollywood Heidi]

Lol, I caught the whole button thing as well. I wonder what it's really for. Purchasing airline tickets to escape your fate perhaps? ;D

[Bella]

Meh, i think she's been talking to people on chatrooms and is leaving her husband for another guy.
I loved Lucy!

[JINX]

Great job!! ;D I'm sure Krystal will get eatten by the lostzilla, and everything wil-- O i mean she will live a long and Happy life annoying the people on the island. :-D

[drewdeburg]

PART 1
FLASHBACK 3 OF 4

**One month before the crash**

The bar was quiet and eerie. No one was there except the old bartender.

And Krystal, that is. Using the old computer, which she didn't like, Krystal used the computer for four hours.

The bartender was puzzled. A highly attractive woman was paying good money to come and use that thing, also known as a computer? The bartender didn't really understand computers. He was an old man, and it had fallen into disrepair. He liked the nice lady, though. She was very pretty, he thought.

"You know," the man said politely, "that there is an internet cafe just down the ro-"

"Do I look like a foreign person?" Krystal interrupted rudely, "I can read signs thanks! I am not one of these 'no speeky english' types from China, kay?"

"Yes," the man said, "of course. Sorry for troubling you. But," he added flirtatiously, "we could have a bit of internet fun later if you -"

"Shove it up your arse, lovey," Krystal said impatiently, "I don't shag old creeps like you, unless you happened to be rich. And you're not, as you own this craphole!"

Sighing deeply, Krystal was disinterested in the man's mundane affairs. She was here for a reason. She was out of sight, in a lonesome and almost derelict bar, so that no one could find her.

And it was here, Krystal said to herself, that she was going to push the button. She was finally going to push the button, get it over with.

ESCAPE.

Glancing sideways, she saw the bartender looking at her bare legs. Rolling her eyes, she glanced back to the computer. "Focus," she thought to herself. "You can do this Krystal."

Closing her eyes, tears formed. Her life here, all going. Her friends, her family, everything in life, could she go away forever? Could she push the button, and be done with it all? Would her life change? Yes, it would. Krystal realised whether she pushed the button or not would impace her life FOREVER. The thought of such a life-changing decision made her nauseous and sick.

Finally she could hold it back no longer. She realised she had made the decision months before now. All she had to do was push a freeking button. Push one button!

Moving for the mouse she was about to click, Krystal heard a voice behind her.

"Krystal!"

She turned. Oh no...

Alexis Mitchell. Her number one fan. Alexis, a geeky and ugly girl, stalked her. She was always wanting souveniers, and recently requested a makeover. Krystal couldn't say no. Her father owned a prestigious newspaper, and she would no doubt get bad press if she didn't help the owner's daughter!

"Lexi," Krystal said with fake enthusiasm, "what a pleasant surprise!"

"Like, hey Krystal!" Alexis said cheerfully, "can you, like, give me a manicure? I totally saw you come in here, but I got, like, distracted by this tree, which told me that..."

Krystal fazed out. She logged out of the computer. Once again she had failed. She hadn't pushed the button. Again.

She hadn't escaped.

[LostLuverJemmz]

Wow, I loved it. SO close to knowing what the button was for

[Natz]

lol I know someone called ALEX mitchell.

Hmm. Yes need to know what the buttons for.

Thanks for my star by the way. I'm well chuffed. lol