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Post by K on Sept 19, 2008 12:58:21 GMT -5
The Plan,
Think first episode of Lost, or Lord of the Flies, or The Cay, or any other trapped on an island book or show. The was a plane crash, about 75 people stranded on an island and about 200 corpses. The island is medium sized I would say, of course it's tropical, and of course it must have a volcanoe in the middle. Is it active? It doesn't appear to be but maybe. also I was thinking of a wide variety of people, many minor characters and many main characters. All over the place on personality, some perfectly sane some less, of course they get less sane as it goes on for the fun of it. Think of all the possibilities! seriously, play as lots of characters none of them very simalar or you will get my scorn. I see many possibilities. Oh, I almost forgot, No perfect characters, everyone has problems. No one could really know what they are doing right so about one good skill per character as this really isn't about surviving on the island and who can do the best, it's about the characters and how they interact. I might throw in the occasional issue. Maybe a storm? A psycho? Volcano erruption? A monster? Who knows?
I hope you have fun, Kaye~
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Post by K on Sept 19, 2008 13:26:11 GMT -5
Kaye was sleeping before it happened, plane trips are always boring. Then it started shaking, the lightning, the noise! He knew before it went down that it was leaving the air. It happened as if it was in super-speed and in slow motion all at the same time. He couldn't even remember what all happened, he just remembered noise, falling, pain. Getting hit by a large man who didn't buckle his seatbelt and flew all around the cabin of the plane. Idiots like that deserved to die, which he did though Kaye never found out. Luggage, air face masks for issues with pressure. Screaming screaming screaming screaming. Crying. Darkness.
Light. Bright light! Burning the eyes! Pain! Ow! What was wrong with his arm? He felt itchy, and whatever he was laying on was hard. He slowly opened his eyes, the sun was shining into his eyes and he quickly closed them, rolled over and moaned. How hammered did he get that he passed out before he even got home? The twenty year old man was in agonizing pain but he slowly took a breath and opened his eyes. He couldn't have just gotten drunk. His arm was bleeding. Did he get jumped? Who did he piss off? He thought back, he was at the bar, no, he was on the plane. Then it all came back to him. What the fuck happened on the plane? He slowly got up and looked around. Vegetation and broken bits of airplane. Fascinating. He checked his wound, shallow but painful, bruises everywhere but otherwise he was... well not fine but good for the fact that he had just been in an airplane crash. He gulped down the urge to scream and listened. listened for anyone else screaming becuase he was sure somone would. There! a scream! A woman! He hustled to it in a desperate desire to be with someone else. They sounded a little bit away but it would take some time to get there.
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Post by Shu'al Raethir on Sept 19, 2008 23:08:53 GMT -5
((Mari would fit in so perfectly here! But- she's mortal, not her typical esper form. I'm gonna change my grammar to match hers better.))
"Uhhh- Ow!" The young girl sat up suddenly, her head pounding and her stomach all fluttery. Her short, chin length chestnut-colored hair was a ragged mess; one hand run through it proved that. She felt like the neighbor boys had been bullying her again, but otherwise was fine. She finally opened her bright blue eyes and took in the scenery around her. What had happened? It came back to the girl in a flash- in flight movie was turned off because of the storm, then it was dark and people had begun to scream. Her attendant that was accompanying her told her everything was going to be okay; just sit back and hold tight. Mari had then clung to her stuffed dog, Gund (Named after the brand that had made him due to her confusion about his tush tag), and had closed her eyes. A man had smacked into her as she began to float on her chair, then there was a loud bang and everything went blank as she fell asleep. "I thought it had been a nightmare..." She whispered, then began looking around her- there was a lot of water to her left. And a lot of trees to her right. And the sound of a fire (She remembered the forest fire that had happened near her house and how she could hear it at night.) somewhere in the distance. A bloodied up man suddenly ran past her bellowing like a banshee. Scared, Mari huddled in a ball and stared at him as he ran in circles, then disappeared into the trees with a loud holler. As she watched him, she spied a familiar furry form by the treeline. "GUND!" She yelled, then winced because of her headache. She crawled weakly forward (How'd I get to be so weak?) and grabbed the wet, ruffled hound dog stuffie. Hugging him tight, she tried standing up just to fall on her bottom again. "Ouch!" She yelped out, sitting in a huff. This day was bad already.
((FYI- I am writing in a Stephen King format that I liked and wanted to try out. The parenthesis are her thoughts and stuff, which Stephen King did in a few of his books, most notably Rose Madder. I liked it, it was a cool style, and I thought it would work well with a 9 year old girl. And to further analyze, I am following more of a Lord of the Flies format because, in all honesty, most kids are totally cool under pressure like this. In simpler terms, Mari is thinking, "WTF? I am not going to arrive at the airport with my grandparents to greet me? Are they coming here? Whut? I dun get it...LOOK! WATER! *Plays*"))
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Post by Itsaki on Sept 20, 2008 1:07:03 GMT -5
He leaned back in the first class seat, almost losing himself in the deep leather seats. He put on his headphones, listening to some random song that played on his mp3 player. He was almost asleep, but everytime he began to drift off, the plane shook. Again, and again. "Ugh." He said. He was young, only 19, his short blonde hair gave him the nickname "Blondie" back at school. The plane shook again, this time more violent. It shook again, and it began to vibrate, almost. The entire plane shuddered, and Mark huddled into his seat. The next thing he knew there was a mettalic screech and groan, the plane began lowering. The groan became more pronounced and slow as the plane tilted almost into a nosedive. "What the hell?" he asked to no one. He could hear people screaming around him, everything was dark and the oxygen masks fell, a man tumbled past him. He heard the engines fail, the plane shuddering violently. He tried not to panic, but the song on his mp3 player had turned to a classical violin song, and it instantly reminded him of the Titanic. /Oh no, the ship's going down, now all that needs to happen is-/ He never finished the thought, for ironically, the back end of the plane broke off, then the middle section over buisiness class deteriorated. As his seat was sucked from the inside of the plane, Mark could only see dark clouds. Then he felt his body spinning wildly and out of control through open air. He saw black, white, blue, red, fire, people, water, trees, all coming closer and closer, like a wave coming to wash out all of his pain. All he could remember was the water coming ever closer. He woke on the beach, he couldn't feel anything, he simply waited.
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Post by K on Sept 20, 2008 1:25:27 GMT -5
He made it to the screaming and found the woman. She looked about his age, maybe a bit younger, she had knee length straight red hair and startling green eyes. She saw the man who had scruffy brown hair, green eyes also, but darker, taller, skinny. She had screamed not in fear or pain but in frustration. Planes where supposed to be the safest form of travel and then they had to epic fail on her like in some tv show or book. She stared at the guy for a bit, who was catching his breath to speak. "Hello, sorry, are you ok? I'm KC" She said to the man. "Oh, I, thought, you, were, hurt,." He panted, definantly not in as good shape as he could be. Then another woman walked to them, she looked about thirty, was tall, had black hair to the middle of the back and although she was cocasian she certainly had delicate Asian features in the face. She thought the whole deal was stupid, she didn't mean to run into people, she would rather no one know about her. It was only a matter of time before the shit hit the fan and she would be long gone. she walked past them without even saying a word. Kaye and KC gave each other a look as if to say, 'what is her problem?' "What should we do? This is a catastrophy!" KC asked as if the other had an answer. "I don't know. Maybe we should search for more people. Then build a shelter, collect water, and food, I watched lots of Survivor." KC nodded and the two headed down towards the beach, opposite of where the lady whose name was Lily went.
Lily was heading for the mountains, the front part of the plane dropped there and rich people who no longer had money were a lot easier to dominate. She would tell them what to do and she would survive. Or she wouldn't talk to them at all, just steal from them. She planned on paying for her flight and they didn't need the money anymore. They would likely die somehow or another, she would survive though, it was obvious who would survive. She walked passed a burning corpse curled in the fetal position and grimaced in disgust. People were so weak!
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Post by Itsaki on Sept 20, 2008 1:58:10 GMT -5
Mark layed on his back on the sandy beach. Now that he was beginning to feel again, he could feel that there was shrapnel in his back, a sharp pain echoed the thought when he breathed. He knew that his right arm was broken, he could see the bone trying to break through the skin. All he could feel in his right leg was an intolerable pain. He gasped and croaked, trying to yell. The shrapnel in his back made it impossible. He couldn't hear anyone else, he couldn't hear the screaming. He must have been too far away. Isolated. Alone.
Rachel stood, but she kneeled back down. Her legs felt like she had just run miles. She must have landed on them when the plane crashed. She stood one more time, and this time ignored the pain that invaded her legs. She strethced her legs, then walked along the beach. She could hear people crying, people screaming and wailing. She heard people running into the water to save other people. As she listened though, they pulled dead bodies from the water, none could be saved, she couldn't hear any of their breathing. All of the sounds around her formed an image in her head. Her brown hair stretched down to the middle of her back, her twenty three year old face framed in her bangs. She never paid any attention to looks, she only heard and saw what she heard, saw what she felt. Her blind eyes stared into empty space as her ears probed her surroundings for any survivors that she could help.
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Post by K on Sept 20, 2008 2:22:59 GMT -5
As Lily headed towards the mountain she stooped down to pick up a sharp piece of airplane, now that she was armed with a foot of hard sharp metal no one would dare fuck with her. She continued climbing the mountain and almost tripped over a body. Disgusting how it had given up and died. Weak. She continued on. When she got to a clearing then sat to take a break. No sense trying to deal with people when she was tired.
Daniel got up, brushed himself off, and walked. He was escaping the country before. No one could catch him. The 19 people he killed were all gone and nobody knew where but him. But, oh the luck! He was apparently on an island with lots of people. He decided it would be best just to blend in for now but he would get his chance. He saw a crumpled body of a child next to him. That annoying UM (unaccompanied minor) traveling to his mother, his parents were divorced. The kid was alive, but had some broken bones. Now was the time for revenge. The 12 year old boy never saw his mother again.
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Post by Black Cherry Cola on Sept 20, 2008 2:59:49 GMT -5
"OhmyGOD." Devlyn scrambled away from the body she had come conscious to laying next to. Some old lady, probably off to Vegas to win a few. She winced, already feeling a sunburn on her deathly pale skin, her joints cracking from disuse. Her gaze drifted to the beach, the bodies, the carcass of the plane, and she lost it. And by "it" she meant the precious lunch she'd had earlier. As well as the leftovers of the man who had been sitting next to her. Wherever the hell he was. Once over the preliminary shock of nearby death, she took the time to assess herself. Her abdomen ached from when the seatbelt snapped, and she was sure she'd pulled more than a few muscles during the crash. However her fleshy, underworked body seemed to have saved her bones - thankfully, most of her snacks were laced with calcium. That meant healthy bones. Devlyn heaved herself up onto a nearby tree, collapsed under the weight of launched people and the subsequent luggage. It was odd how, once a person died, they weren't people - they were bodies. Dozens of them drifted in the ocean, some of them reanimating themselves and dragging themselves onto the beach. Watching with keen blue eyes, Devlyn squinted at them . The sun was bright and it was hot, making her sweat, which consequently made her long blonde hair stick to her face, neck, and tank-top adorned back.
((I give you your Piggy. Please don't crush her with a boulder.))
"Mija!" Amalia screamed, clutching a soggy, bloody, still toddler to her chest. "Mija! Hablame - digame! Perfavor, Rosalita, que necesitas?" Over the shoulder of the older woman a younger boy watched, clutching his dripping wet stuffed bear with wide, brown eyes. His long black hair hung around his ears and dripped salt water in his eyes as he watched his mother clutch his sister. They hadn't made it out of the surf, and he found himself having to fend against imposing waves. The screaming, sobbing of Amalia scared him; he had never seen his strong, robust, beautiful mother lose control. But then, he'd never seen Rosalia so inanimate. "Per favor, Rosalita, per favor - resperate para mama, para mama, per favor hija!" Amalia sobbed, her drying dark brown hair falling around her dark shoulders, tears running down her terracotta cheeks, streaming from her soft brown eyes. "Para mama - hija - Rosalita - per favor." The waves lapped at her jean-covered knees. If there were broken bones between her or her son, she didn't know; even the fundamentals of English escaped her. The bodies that floated by, that were stretched out on the beach, the cries surrounding them, she was oblivious to. Even her son was barely there; if she wasn't touching it, it wasn't real. Rosalita was real.
((And I give you whatshisface. The guy they kill during the pig roasting. Yeah, don't spear him down.))
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Post by Obscure Stranger on Sept 20, 2008 3:50:54 GMT -5
Vivian slowly tried to crawl out of the cruel ocean water, careful so not as to injure herself even further. She barely reached the beach when she collapsed on the sandy shore, she grimacced as she attempted to sit up and look around for other survivors; the ringing in her ears not allowing her to hear anything. She pushed her black hair back behind her ears with her left hand and glanced around, she could see no other people at all. Crawling across the beach, she saw a figure laying on a the ground. As she got closer she gasped when she saw a blonde boy about her age laying on the sand beside her. Quickly she got up and took a look at his injuries, her eyes widened at the extent of his injuries and she felt tears run down her cheek. She looked down at her clothes, her jeans and black hoodie ripped and soaked, she ripped off the bottom half of her jeans, turning them into shorts, then began to rip them into bandages. She slowly began to wrap the boys leg withthe makeshift bandages applying pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding.
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Post by Itsaki on Sept 20, 2008 5:37:15 GMT -5
Mark could feel hands on him. That was all. All of the pain had been seeping from his body slowly, he could feel nothing but the dull ache of his failing heart. He could no longer see, no longer hear, all of his senses retreating from the agony.
Rachel headed further down the beach. There were enough healthy survivors here to help out, there may be more further long the beach. She listened carefully, making sure she kept far enough from the water so that the tide didn't interfere. She eventually heard ripping sounds, so she began running. She could hear a panting girl, and she could hear ripping fabric. She also heard the dying breaths of a male, lying on the sand. She knelt down beside the girl, her hands feeling the mans face. He was young. Not old enough to die. She ran her hands over his chest, she could feel his weakening heart. She moved her hands over his right arm, feeling the protruding lump of bone beneath the skin. His arm flinched, but he made no sound, it was his nervous system reacting, his brain was no longer accepting messages. She was going to be a doctor. Until that fateful day that made her blind. She had just graduated from medical school, youngest in her class. She felt the bone, it was broken twice. She took off her shirt, it was made of a thick material, good for bandaging. She had an undershirt on underneath. She tore a long strip off of the shirt and wrapped it tightly around his arm. She felt his arm reacting wildly. She wrapped it around his upper arm, to cut off the blood supply. This would make sure his arm wouldn't bleed if anything went wrong. She grabbed both sides of his lower arm and snapped it into place. His arm jerked, and she felt it. It was fairly level, level enough. She unwrapped his upper arm and wrapped it even tighter around where it was broken. She then helped the other girl. She tore another part of her shirt off and wadded it up. She ripped off the man's shirt and placed the wadded cloth into his wound. She held it firmly, pressing as hard as she could. She noticed, though, that the harder she pushed the more ragged his breathing got. She removed the soaked cloth and put two fingers into the wound. Sure enough she felt a large piece of metal inside. She placed her thumb and forefinger deep into the wound and pulled as hard as she could, yanking the metal out. His body spasmed as he went into shock. She reapplied the cloth to his back.
Pain, that was all he could feel. It returned to him in waves, each wave more fierce than the next. He had never imagined so much pain before. He never thought it possible. Slowly, his senses returned to him. He could feel his body shaking. He was cold, though he could feel the sun beating on his bare back. He couldn't move his right arm, it didn't hurt so bad anymore, it was more of a dull, throbbing ache. His right leg felt better, too. His back still hurt, but he could feel his breathing coming easier, less forced and more smooth. He slowly opened his eyes to find himself facedown in the sand, a girl crouched over him. With his left arm, he reached up and touched her leg. She flinched, but she put her hand on his. "Don't worry, you're safe now." She said. Her voice was nice. It was smooth and pretty and calm. /Heh. Calm. Now where's my mp3 player at?/ He thought. He slowly slipped into unconciousness. "Thank you." He managed to get out before his eyes closed and his body shut down, beginning its self healing process.
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Post by K on Sept 20, 2008 6:14:05 GMT -5
Daniel wiped the blood on his hands off onto the boys shirt and walked off.
KC and Kaye had made it to the beach. "Look!" KC shouted and pointed at a little girl with a stuffed dog. "Oh my god. This is insane. she's all alone." They began walking toward her almost exactly synced in timing. When KC made it to the girl she crouched down to get at head hieght with her. "Hello," She said in a soothing and friendly voice, "I'm KC. Are you alright?" Kaye just stood there, looking like he was going to be sick. Then he noticed an IPod with headphones lodged in the sand. He picked it up. It worked! But it would be useless if it had rap crap on it. Oh the luck! System of a Down, Oingo Boingo, and Smash Mouth. Eternal joy for all and the battery was still full. He turned it off to conserve and shoved it in his pocket not believing how lucky he was. Now all he needed to do was fand an American ship and lots of gold and diamonds.
Daniel watched a man, running around on fire, slowly die. Luaghing. The man eventualy stopped running becuase he fell, more screaming, then he curled up. Daniel inhaled deeply. He loved the smell of burning flesh and hair and he didn't even have to work to kill this one it just fell into his lap!
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Post by Obscure Stranger on Sept 20, 2008 6:32:34 GMT -5
Vivian took one look at the boy and the woman beside her who had bandaged the poor boy up, weakly she smiled, then collapsed on the beach breathing deeply. "I hope that we will be safe," she thought out loud, mentally sighing. Her violet eyes flashed with grief as she thought of all the people on the plane that may have died or were injured. She had been through too much already did not need more pain. She closed her eyes, willing back tears, pain was something that she was already aquainted with. She gradually stood up, brushing the sand off, checking for wounds as she did so. She turned and faced the island, ready to do what needed to be done.
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Post by Itsaki on Sept 20, 2008 12:36:01 GMT -5
"We are never safe. We're on a deserted island with who knows what living in that forest. We will never be safe." Rachel told her. She was hoping to herself that she was wrong. She held the boy's hand on her leg. She didn't want to let go, she never wanted to let go. His hand was warm, full of life and energy, she felt comfort with it, with him. It made her feel that much better about being on this Gods forsaken island in the middle of who knows where. She stroked his hand, then his arm. She listened to his breathing, it was now soft and slow, not as labored. She wdded the rest of her torn shirt up and placed it softly under his head as a pillow. She sat cross legged, his hand still in hers. After a while, she layed down beside him.
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Post by Shu'al Raethir on Sept 21, 2008 0:09:16 GMT -5
Mari blinked up at the lady, eyes expressionless except for the natural childish wonder. "I'm okay. I don't feel so good, but I think I'm okay. Gund is, too, but he's really wet..." She squished the dog, watching water dribble out of him. "Poor Gund. At least he likes water." (He is a dog after all.) She stood up, wobbled for a moment, then was still. "What're we doin' here? I am supposed to be visiting my grandparents... They aren't gonna be too happy when I don't show up." She sighed heavily, then looked out over the water.
((FYI- Mari is kinda immature for her age. She can act like she's 4, but can be pretty intelligent when she wants to be. ^_^))
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Post by K on Sept 21, 2008 10:26:51 GMT -5
Kaye watched the child with a kind of brotherly protectiveness. He had a little sister, she was always getting into trouble. Now he might never see her again and she will hook up with that John guy who treated her like crap and he wouldn't be able to tell her she was stupid for thinking John cared about anything more than her body which distressed him greatly. He had failed just becuase of an accident. His brotherly instincts were still there though, might as well take care of this child so she would be better off, and it also gave him something to concentrate on, which all people need. Especially in situations like this. KC stood up. "There was an accident and the plane fell here. I don't know what happened. I think you should come with Kaye and I. I think we have decided to go and find all the people so we can try and find a way to get rescued or find food and shelter. I would feel really bad if it rained and you were out here all alone except for Gund. What is your name by the way?" KC said in her freindly voice, smiling. Kaye looked out over the water also. The barrier between him and civilization, who knew what would happen here.
At the same time as KC, Lily also smiled. Lily's smile was opposite of KC's though. Lily jeered in a sarcastic and insincere way to a fool who thought he could boss her around. She was the boss, not the idiot. He thought he could persuade Lily to go with him. When the man tried to lead her by force, he had not seen her makeshift knife as it was in her pocket with her shirt covering it, he had gotten his arm broken. Lily walked off feeling very superior, almost to the summit of small conical mountain.
Kale sat in a clearing, trying to remember what had happened to him. All he knew about anything was the human basics, his name, and that he was traveling to learn to be a doctor abroad. He knew his parents were both doctors and they pressured him greatly to become one also. but anything before or after was a blur. He can't have always been here, it was all wrong.
Daniel walked onto the beach. He saw people. Two famale, one male. The male and one female appeared to be asleep. He was going to kill them. But not yet. There would e plenty of time for that later. Now he had to blend in, get people to know and like him. Or at least live of the people who would be providing food. He walked up to them without a word and sat down, trying to appear friendly.
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