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Post by Lord Eshmon on Aug 1, 2009 4:00:21 GMT -5
So you watch survival shows and say 'i can do that', 'that looks easy'. Well what does any of this have to do with a plane ride, nothing......that is until now. You see after that bag of peanuts, or drink you bothered the sterwardess for a minute ago the plane crashed, that right. Smack! Right into the water, why you ask? There was a break in the vertical stabalizer, the whole thing came off and we went down.
Where where you going? For some reason you where going to south america, carabean islands, some place around there. your reason? Hard to say, be it family, reform school, exchange program, something put you on that plane with the rest of those teenagers, your reasons are your own.
What's that? Dead? Oh no, you're not dead....however.....if you don't wake up soon....you will be....
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The Fuselage of the plane fills with water, bubbles, screaming, noise, all of it filling the blackness of the water. Between glimpses of darkness the world comes to veiw, clear moon lit sky, jet back waters, waves just right to sweep the survivors towards a jutting black mass in the night. White sand, dense vegitation, and a shallow reef with hazardous rocks is all that is visable through the night and stick of saltwater and shock.
As the plan dissapeares finaly bellow the water, the waves pick up slightly pushing harder towards the island, their relentless push and pomeling of the survivors quickly leads to exhaustion. The blackness takes hold for whatever reason, you finaly gave up, you just couldn't fight, or you hit your head a little to hard in the crash. The blackness which seems to last for only momments releases its hold to the harsh sun, the salty spray of the ocean, and the flitter and nibblings of beach going animals.
This is it, wake up, come on. Make what you will of this new situation, a new world if you will. You have nothing but the clothing on your back and a few things in your pocket time to start anew. (most electronics are out, waterproof watches and such are allowed but anything like a iPod or cd player are dead from the water) (you've also been screened my airport security, pocket knives, and any other weapons are sadly out, plus that'd just be too easy)
(If i've missed anything then i'll fix it later, this was just a quick revision)
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Aug 2, 2009 22:55:06 GMT -5
Judas closes his hand, gripping at the sand glittering sand. The turquoise waters lapping at his feet, soaking through his shoes and the lower legs of his pants. Groaning he pulls himself up on his elbows staring down at the sand as his black hood falls over him.
"Sssshhhhiiiiii..." He groans before falling face first into the sand.
Slowly he sets up on his knees, looking around deep dark bags under his eyes. Blurred blobs of color lay on the beach around him, his vision still distored slightly.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Aug 2, 2009 23:47:30 GMT -5
She stirred slightly and tried to lift up her head but it felt like it was full of sand. She choked on her first conscious breath, her mouth was gritty. Her body was over heating and yet her clothes were soaking as they clung to her.
Ricki groaned opening her eyes. All she could see was the glare off the water, she closed them again. The sound of the surf roared in her ears. Slowly she began to feel pain, her head, her hand and her legs were the worst but everywhere ached too.
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Augen
Warp Sentinal 
Warrior of Ghengis Khan
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Post by Augen on Aug 3, 2009 8:32:12 GMT -5
"KAAAAK... KAKKAK... PLEGH," were some of the noises Augen made as he coughed up a bunch of saltwater from his throat... After which he slowly stood to his feet. "Wh... Where are we? We alive?..."
"... Oh crap, my glasses! Where are m-- oh... Here they are," he said, as he pulled them from one of his pockets and put them back onto his face. Then he reached for his phone... Dead. "Dammit," he yelled, trying to press every button on the thing before tossing it into the ocean.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Aug 3, 2009 15:04:26 GMT -5
Judas fianly comes to his feet, the sounds of voices and the ocean crashing into his head as his ears begin to ring. He holds his nose and breaths out through it listening to the loud 'pop' before his hearing fully returns. A tall kid, a little over six foot and XL clothing that almost fit tight on him over a muscular, solid brick wall like physique. He stretches and grunts his joints stiff.
"An..."He starts before coaghing. "Anyone dead?...."
A morbid thing to ask but in all honesty his stomach was still churning from the headache and he realy didn't feel like handling a dead body first thing in the morning. He stumbles slightly getting his land legs.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Aug 3, 2009 15:33:20 GMT -5
She sat up as best she could hearing voices. "Hello?" She couldn't even hear the word with her own ears her voice was so soft. She spit out the sand in her mouth and ended up almost coughing up a lung.
She cleared her throat and tried again. "Hello?" She asked again before flopping down on her back. "Anyone..."
Her eyes fluttered open for a second. The light was still blinding. She lifted her arm over her eyes and tried again. "This sucks so bad..." She complained, as she attempted to look around. It was true.
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Post by Nashk-Ojiisan on Aug 3, 2009 15:55:30 GMT -5
Arturo snored lightly as his body floated delicately near the sea shore. The water gently pushed his body to the shore. He sinks slightly as the wet sand washes away leaving a small hole for his body to rest in.
A small ways down the shore rests a leather bound book...
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Augen
Warp Sentinal
Warrior of Ghengis Khan
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Post by Augen on Aug 4, 2009 13:21:34 GMT -5
Augen looked around him... Nobody at the moment... But surely he couldn't be the only one. That would be waaaay too lucky for sh*t-low-luck Augen. Then again, maybe the dead were the lucky ones.
Either way didn't matter, though. Augen was here, and so was that snoring noise he heard behind him... Wait, noise?! Augen turned to see an extremely tall kid floated to the sand behind him. "... Phew," he said as he grabbed Arturo's feet and dragged him away from the water, dropping him after about 30 feet. "Hey, man... Wake up... You're not dead yet."
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Aug 4, 2009 15:46:39 GMT -5
Judus wobbles his way along the beach, he could see deep imprint though most had been washed away of where people had been laying and walked off into the jungle. Hearing coaghing and sputtering he looks up, squinting slightly seeing the figure in the white sweatshirt.
He gives a heavy sigh leansing down.
"Hey, you alright......."He asks before realizeing just how stupid the question was, of corse she wasn't neither was he, every join ached, his head was still throbbing, and the gallons of saltwater that he had no doubt swallowed was tap-dancing over his stomach and intestines.
"Come on, lets at leasts get you out of the sun" He grabs her lightly slipping his arm under her shoulder and setting her up.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Aug 4, 2009 19:42:45 GMT -5
"Thanks..." She didn't bother with questions. She tried to stand and found that her legs were just about as stable as jello. Her first step she ended up almost falling as her knees buckled.
She looked down, noticing the tear in the front of her pants through which she could see her tender bruised skin. She touched it. "Oww... no I don't think I'm alright..." She said looking up at him, then over at the more shady trees.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Aug 4, 2009 20:13:54 GMT -5
He slides another arm under her knees and with a grunt lifts her, the water from her clothes soaking his just dried clothes. Reaching the shady tree line he sets her donw as gently as possible before unzipping his hoodie and picking up a fallen stick on the ground. Setting the stick out some ways on the beach so it was visable a good distance down either side of the beach, he drapes his hoodie over it, then takes his socks and shoes off placeing them at the base of the stick to keep it stable.
"Here lets get your shoes off, the saltwater will give you blisters if you try to walk with them soaked through like that." He kneels down at her feet and places a hand on her shoe laces beging to untie them.
"So.....what's your name?"He asks.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Aug 4, 2009 21:04:06 GMT -5
"Um... Ricki." She said rubbing the back of her neck. The shade helped ease her throbbing headache.
She looked over at him, with a bit more clarity than before. "And I guess your just Mr. Helpful." She said, watching him untie her shoe. As he reached to pull off her other shoe she brushed his hands away and did it herself. "But I bet you go by your first name." She smiled.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Aug 4, 2009 21:23:53 GMT -5
"Judas...."He says standing."Sorry if I offended you but somehow i doubt you want gapping, bleeding, sores on your feet anymore than i do"
Judas sets down acrost from her and digs through his pockets, he pulls out a Ipod and headphones, a cellphone, almost a dollar in change, his black studded leather wallet, finaly he pulls out a off white guitarpick and a small keychain with a solar tag blinking.
"Well at least i didn't loose everything...."He saighs leaning his head back against the trunk of a tree.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Aug 4, 2009 21:37:28 GMT -5
"You didn't offend me Judas. Your unusual kindness is sorta suspicious though." She said raising her eyebrow.
She patted her pockets. Her cell phone was still in there. She pulled it out and flipped it open, dead. "Crap..." She checked her other pocket. A soggy receipt and ten dollar bill with a quarter and four pennies wrapped up in it. She pulled out a nail file, and a pack of gum.
Ricki offered him a piece. "Where are you from?"
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Aug 4, 2009 22:21:10 GMT -5
He takes the stick of gum and puts it in his pocket "Arizona...you?"
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