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Post by glycerine on Feb 22, 2007 21:43:41 GMT -5
((This is my first post and I know it is rude and unbecoming to do so in the RP section, but it has called to me. So, without further adieu...))
This is an island. Like most tropical, forest bearing islands, it is ringed by a gorgeous, pink and blue reef. The island is about five miles in length and from your location, you can make out another, smaller island off the coast.
You were, for one reason or another, traveling over the Atlantic ocean when, for an unknown reason, your plane's engine's failed and you woke up among its rubble on this island. You woke up from said rubble about ten minute ago.
Now you're faced with the challenges of survival. Besides the group leaders ((The players)), there are fifty-seven other survivors among the group. You don't know what kind of menaces the island might hold, the climate or even your location.
((OK, players are human and normal, no super powers here. It's up to you to survive on the island. The island is home to a number of unusual predator normally not found on tropical islands and some that are normally not found at all. I'll run the antagonists of the game, the antagonists being the weather, each player's physical condition and any monsters there happen to be on the island. I don't need a profile, but remember that your plane just crashed and you have literally no tools besides whatever happened to be on your person.))
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Post by coldcrow on Mar 27, 2007 8:41:23 GMT -5
Tim Gallaway crawled from the crash site. Wondering where everybody was he searched around. Frantically realizing that he couldn't find his daughter he screamed her name as loud as he possably could, "SARAH!! SARAH!!," while continuing to search around.
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Post by zyphan on Mar 27, 2007 18:05:09 GMT -5
A young girl, about 17 years in age, sits up from a sprawled position under some palms, seemingly unaffected by the crash. She has light brown hair to her waist and gray-blue eyes. She is wearing cut-offs, a green Roxy tee, and flip-flops. Her hair is pulled back in a single braid.
"Wow. Talk about a waker-upper." She hears a man yelling, and tries to get up and walk to him, but realizes that her ankle is unable to bear her weight. She crawls instead, covering her cut-off jeans with sand.
"Hey, who are you yelling for? I don't think you need to yell so loud. If anyone is here still, they'd be able to hear you instantaneously." She sits on a large rock, allowing the salt water to rush over her swelling and now-painful ankle.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Apr 8, 2007 0:32:18 GMT -5
Sully O'Connell opened his eyes slowly. There was a loud ringing in his ears. He looked around at the immediate vicinity. Rubble everywhere. what the hell just happened? he thought.
He sat up, taking note of the sharp pain in his back as he did so. His button-up shirt was ripped, and his tie was completely gone. What remained of his jacket was torn to shreds and soaked. He was missing his shoes. He still had his Air Marshall's badge, though. He took out his gun, and ejected the clip. all the bullets were ruined from the water and sand. "d**n," he muttered.
His memory was fuzzy, to say the least. The last thing he remembered was asking a flight attendant for a cola. Now what? He stood up, and a sharp pain shot through his left leg. He looked down, and saw a jagged piece of metal protruding from his calf. "f**k," he said, more loudly than he'd intended. He took off his over shirt, revealing his muscular arms and an A-Neck undershirt. He had a tattoo of a star with an Irish flag on his left shoulder, and a United States Marines emblem on his right. He wadded up the shirt and put it in his mouth to bite on as he pulled the piece of metal from his leg. Blood started oozing out. He immediately tied the remains of his shirt around the wound. He put the gun back in its shoulder holster and looked around, now that he was standing. He saw a man shouting (assumedly) and a girl sitting on the beach among the flaming wreckage. The buzzing in his ears was getting worse. He ran towards the other two. "Hey, hey!" he shouted. It was so hard to hear. Even his own voice sounded distant.
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Post by zyphan on Apr 8, 2007 18:20:37 GMT -5
The girl, sitting on the rock, looks up as another voice penetrates her thoughts. It's another man, and she notices his bleeding leg. She stands, favoring her ankle, and waves at him.
"Hey! Did you survive the crash too? I'm, uh...," she looks at him curiously for a moment. "I don't remember my name. Seems like it was Carrie or...oh!" Her face brightens, like a lightbulb just came on. She offers a hand to him. "I'm Karina. Karina Loveland."
Karina looks to the man's leg, and his crude bandage.
"You should really get that fixed. Care to help me look for some First-Aid supplies? I think my ankle was sprained during the crash. Come on."
She limps over to a near by piece of the fuselage ((I think that's spelled right)) and begins turning over seat cushions.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Apr 9, 2007 11:38:14 GMT -5
Sully looked at her strangely for a moment. She seemed familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on why. "The name's O'Connell," he almost shouted, shaking her hand. "Sorry if I'm loud, I've got this buzzing in my ears that won't go away. What's your name?"
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Post by zyphan on Apr 10, 2007 22:46:26 GMT -5
Karina blinked. O'Connel was loud, but maybe the 'ringing' will only be momentary.
"My name is Karina. I was in the tail section of the plane, I think. Um...were you travelling with anyone? 'Cause I wasn't. And I don't know where we are..."
She looks around at the scenery, and notices the sky beginning to turn pink with the setting sun.
"We should find shelter soon. I don't want to be out in the open with any night animals." She looks down at the man's poorly bandaged leg. "Will you be able to walk on that? It looks really bad..."
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Apr 11, 2007 9:59:17 GMT -5
He worked his best to read her lips. Karina. The name sounded so familiar....
O'Connell shook his head. "No, I wasn't traveling with anyone. Hey, we should find some shelter. It's gonna be dark soon." He looked around the beach, trying to find any sort of scrap or shrapnel he could use to make a lean-to. He couldn't find any that wasn't either too small or much, much too large. The shelter was more for in case it rained; sleep was the last thing on O'Connell's mind right now.
He limped over to the tree line and saw a large piece of what appeared to be the corner of the plane. He looked over to Karina. "Hey, we could prop this up as a lean-to for tonight, then work on a better shelter tomorrow!"
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Post by zyphan on Apr 12, 2007 22:31:54 GMT -5
Karina rolled her eyes when O'Connell repeated her words about a shelter. But if he really did have this 'ringing' in his ears, then she should be nice. She followed him slowly, trying to keep weight off her ankle. With every step pain raced up her leg, making her grimace.
"That should work. We can use those limbs to prop it up and put dry palm leaves underneath for bedding." She said this loudly, hoping that he would hear her. Karina sat on the sand, her ankle giving off major pain stabs from the walk over.
She glanced at O'Connell's leg. "We need to find First Aid supplies too, both for you and me. You wouldn't want that leg wound getting infected." She looks around at the surrounding wreckage, but decides to wait until morning. Already the sky was a dark pink, the sun just starting to touch the ocean on the horizon line.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Apr 13, 2007 14:50:21 GMT -5
O'Connell nodded. "Your ankle looks pretty bad," he said loudly. It was getting dark, but the flames from the wreckage were giving a decent amount of light. "wait here, I'll try and find something."
He limped off onto the beach, looking every which way, for some sort of first aid kit. The closest he found were the two dead pilots. Their bodies were mangled and their limbs pointed in directions that limbs weren't meant to point. After a few moments to stabilize himself, He took the remains of their shirts to use as bandages to get him through the night.
He got back to the lean-to as darkness was setting in completely. "No luck," he said as he changed his bandages. "We'll have to try again in the morning."
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Post by zyphan on Apr 13, 2007 17:02:55 GMT -5
Karina sighed, nodding her head. She figured that would be the case. She adjusted a few of the palm leaves, pulling out a spiral seashell from underneath before laying down, staring up at the stars.
"Do you think anyone will come looking for us, O'Connell? I'd hate to die here without anyone knowing where my body was..." She continues to star upwards at the heavens, and clouds on the horizon begin moving towards the small island. Large, black, and moving quickly, they make Karina wonder how much it will rain during the night.
She rolls over, away from O'Connell, and tries to get some sleep; light flashes in the distance, followed by a boom of thunder.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Apr 13, 2007 21:15:38 GMT -5
O'Connell sat up, watching the lightning in the distance as the first of many raindrops fell on the lean-to, assumedly making a racket. He could really use a stiff drink right now. Come to think of it, he could use a drink, period. He looked around for something he could use to collect rain. As the rain picked up, he took off his shirt and stood outside the lean to with his mouth open, catching the rain as it came. As he crawled back under the lean-to, exhaustion began to set in. He tried shaking it off, but before he knew it, he was out cold.
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Post by zyphan on Apr 14, 2007 14:34:53 GMT -5
A few hours into the night, Karina wakes up. At first, she thought it was just the rain that woke her, but then she spies a four-legged figure snuffling amoungst the plane debri. She slowly sits up and reaches over to shake the sleeping -and snoring- O'Connell.
"O'Connell, wake up." She whispers. "Something- oh!" There is a sharp intake of breath from Karina as the creature looks up at her, its eyes reflecting the broken light of the quarter moon. A deep growl eminates from it, and Karina freezes, unsure as to what she should do. The creature isonly thirty yards off, and the size of a wolf, but much stockier.
Karina shakes O'Connell much harder this time as the creature turns to face her. "O'Connell, please wake up!! O'Connell..."
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Apr 15, 2007 9:04:11 GMT -5
Sully woke up to Karina shaking him. He looked around and saw her fixated on something...
The creature was stalking around amongst the debris, and it now clearly saw them. His first instinct was to go for his gun, but he knew it was useless. "what the hell is that?" he whispered. Slowly, he began to grope around on the ground, looking for anything sharp. He found a piece of metal and took it up. "Whatever you do, do not make any sudden movements. It's probably just curious," he whispered to Karina.
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Post by piñata on Apr 16, 2007 9:20:37 GMT -5
(OOC: Since I couldn't find an OOC thread, I'm jumping right in here.)
Jason York awoke to something warm and wet dripping onto his face. He recoiled in shock when his eyes opened and were greeted with the sight of an eviscerated stewardess looming over him. "F**k a hairy duck!" he exclaimed, scrambling awkwardly over a row of seats to get away from the dead woman. He wiped her blood off his face, then took out a bottle of Purell from his pocket and cleaned it off his hands, too.
His backpedaling answered an important question that was just starting to form in his mind -- no, he was not hurt. Considering the damage the other people in this section of the plane had sustained -- as he stepped out into the aisle, he promptly slipped in a pool of blood and fell on his ass -- that was a miracle. If one believed in miracles, that was -- as a third-year resident at Northwestern Memorial in Chicago, Jason was a man of science. His already low academic marks would quickly become nonexistent if he were stranded on an island or something, though -- he forced open a door, intent on finding out just where the hell he was.
The door crashed noisily to the ground, and something snorted in surprise and scurried away -- on four legs, which was never a good sign -- in the distance. Was that a f**king wolf? he thought to himself as he watch the thing disappear into the shadows. Great. It was night. Could this get any better? A boom of thunder answered that thought, and he rolled his eyes.
Off in the distance, he heard someone shouting... it sounded like they were saying "Sarah". Right. Other survivors. Survivors who would need medical attention. He slipped back inside the plane, looking for a first-aid kit, and -- the second miracle of the last hour, which he reflected would be enough to get him canonized if he were Catholic -- found one intact. He dropped to the ground, trusting that he had completely scared off the animal, and looked around for signs of human life.
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