S T R A N D E D {All Welcome}

[Undercover]

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Your were boarded on plane with 30 other people, not including the crew, heading for England from New York
The plane malfunctioned
You crashed on an island
You don't know who, or what, survived
You have to find a way to get off the island
You only have what can be salvaged from the wreck
Groups are formed
Tensions are high
Desperate people make desperate actions
Will you make it off?
Or die trying?

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Crew (3 survived) or Passenger (Up to 20 Survived):
Belongings Salvaged:
Reason your on the plane:
Occupation:
Significant Other: (On the plane?)
Children: (On the plane?)
Looks:
Personality:
Height:
Race:
Skills:
Fears:
Logical or emotional?:
Prefer Solitude or Community?:
Will they join a Group?: (Are the the leader?)
Other:

Heath Merchan - Undercover - Crew
Willow Paine - Shadow - Passenger
Dustin Carels - Shadow - Passenger
Amelia Sharpova - Solstice_X - Passenger
William Kugler - Solstice_X - Passenger
Abigail Santana - SolarWarrior - Passenger
Sher Sher Hernandez - SolarWarrior - Passenger
Julian Heckeroth - Green mage - Passenger
Jack Briggs - Green mage - Passenger
Wild - ~Wild Moon~ - Passenger
Melody - ~Wild Moon~ - Passenger

[Undercover]

Work In Progress

Name: Heath Merchan
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Crew or Passenger: Crew
Belongings Salvaged: His five precious knives and his survival backpack of food given to him by his overprotective mother
Reason your on the plane: Well, he was the Co-Pilate, so he was just doing his job
Occupation: Co-Pilate and hunter
Significant Other: None
Children: None
Looks: Reference One (http://geekspodcast.com/geekpress/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Jared-leto-jared-leto-34348209-1280-878.jpg) Reference Two (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/15/55/a5/1555a555cdf24fd05d2a1f23dfbbfdcd--jared-leto-short-hair-jared-leto-hot.jpg) Reference Three (http://www.lyhyxx.com/data/out/72/4402353-jared-leto-wallpapers.jpg)
Personality: Determined, hard-working, logical, critical, daring, instinctive, and eager to learn
Height: 6'1
Race: Caucasian
Skills: Throwing knives, tying knots, and driving a plane
Fears: Dying, burns, and being hunted
Logical or emotional?: Logical
Prefer Solitude or Community?: Solitude
Will they join a group?: No
Accent: Deep Scottish accent
Other: No

[Shadow]

Name-Willow Paine
Age-17
Gender- female
Crew or Passenger-passenger
Belongings Salvaged-some of her clothes, her trusty pocket knife, a lighter, and a picture of her family-which she almost got killed by trying to get the family picture.
Reason your on the plane- She was doing a traveling program in her high school.
Occupation- Student, worker and hunter
Significant Other-none
Children-definitely none
Looks- Boop (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/f3/2f/35/f32f3505481eeaf805ee42590a429924.jpg) ( often has hair like this (https://s8.favim.com/610/150914/adorable-braid-braids-fashion-Favim.com-3296868.jpg) . )
Personality-stubborn,hard to gain trust, doesn’t like listening to others, goofy with close friends/family,does most things on instinct, flirty, a bit harsh on strangers, caring, competitive,loves animals more than humans,hot headed,hides emotions
Height-5’5
Race- German/Irish/British (More British than anything..she even has the accent)
Skills- being really good with bows and arrows, being OK with daggers
Fears- that she will never see her family (other than her cousin) again, that she will never make it out of the island, having a dangerous enemy
Logical or emotional?- she is rather in between. But more logical than emotional
Prefer Solitude or Community?-she prefers solitude but since she has to stay with her cousin he is a people person-so she is forced to be with lots of people
Will they join a group?-she will have to (due to her cousin)
Other-no



Name-Dustin Carels
Age-23
Gender-Male
Crew or Passenger-Passenger
Belongings Salvaged- his taser,his knife, and some clothes
Reason your on the plane- was going with his younger sister to a place for a travel program
Occupation- student and hunter
Significant Other-none
Children-none
Looks-Blurp (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c2/1d/aa/c21daa62cffcf32aecc85583c829838f--mens-wardrobe-essentials-mens-wardrobe.jpg)
Personality- protective,nice,a people person, funny, stubborn, always offers to help, trusts people rather quickly, but will defend everyone that he loves or knows with not mercy to the threat
Height-6’3
Race- German/Irish/British (has the accent too)
Skills- is able to defend self with daggers or sords or some sort of gun if he could find or make any
Fears-that he will lose his cousin, that he would kill someone by accident, that he or his sister will be in danger
Logical or emotional?- emotional
Prefer Solitude or Community?-community
Will they join a group?-will probably be one of the leaders
Other-nur


Did i miss anything??

[Solstice_X]

Undercover

Name: Amelia Sharpova
Age: 10
Gender: Female
Crew (3 survived) or Passenger (Up to 20 Survived): Passenger
Belongings Salvaged: Uh...
Reason your on the plane: Was on a trip back to Europe with her parents to visit family.
Occupation: Student / Child-Actress
Significant Other: None.
Children: No.
Looks: Boop. (https://i.paigeeworld.com/user-media/1455580800000/536aa65c76d182086232f25c_56c37c6412184afb79a43298_ 320.jpg)
Personality: Prior to the crash, Amelia was a very happy child who had a healthy upbringing in a wealthy environment. Though she was a bit spoiled, her parents made sure she was raised to be a polite and very sweethearted young girl that knew how to act in public. Additionally, she formerly held a place in the world of acting and theater before embarking on the doomed flight with her family. She loved her parents dearly, and the trauma of losing them both leads to her feeling very alone. As a result, she'll have a very strong preference for staying in a group environment. Her theater background has also given her a very forward and daring personality. Additionally, she's very quick to learn things when her mind isn't clouded by emotions.
Height: 4'0
Race: Russian
Skills: Acting, Dance (I doubt she even knows what else.)
Fears: Dying, Being Left Alone, Drowning (can't swim), Claustrophobic
Logical or emotional?: Emotional
Prefer Solitude or Community?: Community
Will they join a Group?: Yes, indefinitely. (I am not having a ten year old wander on her own ._.)
Other: Emotionally unstable after losing both her parents in the plane crash.
Also, fairly injured post-crash.

Name: William Kugler
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Crew (3 survived) or Passenger (Up to 20 Survived): Passenger
Belongings Salvaged: Wallet, Keys, airline butterknife (surprised him that he didn't accidentally stab himself with it during the crash)
Reason your on the plane: Was on his way to film a movie
Occupation: Model / Actor
Significant Other: ??? (was not on the plane)
Children: No.
Looks: Boop. (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/02/52/14/02521498e14744cfe15732c1114b9ef3--anime-people-anime-guys.jpg)
Personality: Though kindhearted, he also holds a very distant persona. One can often catch him watching the sky, seemingly with his mind in his own world. As a man of very few words, he only says what he needs to say and nothing else. With his past kept preferably behind him, he is very determined to survive and find help to get off this island. However caring and easygoing he may seem, some may wonder if there is anything else to his character that he isn't showing anyone?
Height: 6'4
Race: Danish-German
Skills: Acting, Swimming, Surfing, Rock Climbing, Stunts (Freerunning; he prefers to do his own stunts for movies), Very Flexible (Classically trained in jazz, tap, and ballet)
Fears: Dying, The idea of perishing on this island, The idea of others dying in front of him and not being able to do anything, Not being able to return to civilization.
Logical or emotional?: Logical
Prefer Solitude or Community?: Legitimately doesn't care, as long as nobody dies as a result.
Will they join a Group?: I'll flip a coin when the time comes.
Other: Eh...

Other Other: Can someone please mention me or something when this roleplay starts? Much thanks. :)

[Fireflower]

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Your were boarded on plane with 30 other people, not including the crew, heading for England from New York
The plane malfunctioned
You crashed on an island
You don't know who, or what, survived
You have to find a way to get off the island
You only have what can be salvaged from the wreck
Groups are formed
Tensions are high
Desperate people make desperate actions
Will you make it off?
Or die trying?

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Crew (3 survived) or Passenger (Up to 20 Survived):
Belongings Salvaged:
Reason your on the plane:
Occupation:
Significant Other: (On the plane?)
Children: (On the plane?)
Looks:
Personality:
Height:
Race:
Skills:
Fears:
Logical or emotional?:
Prefer Solitude or Community?:
Will they join a Group?: (Are the the leader?)
Other:

Heath Merchan - Undercover - Crew
name:she never says but they call her dragon.
age:a meer 20
gender:female
passenger
belongings:(read reason) her bow and about 15 arrows a knife a 4 bottles of water ,a flashlight,and a blanket.
reason:a bow and arrows compatshion (when you cant spell)in england which she she returning home from.
occ.:teaching people marksmanship(shooting guns)
single and no kids
looks: http://https://i.pinimg.com/736x/14/1b/48/141b48795ad3426467e4b93a522cf4ef--brown-eyes-makeup-brown-hair-brown-eyes.jpg i think
perso: fighter but kind to people in her little circle of friends,yet a loner she is careful and loves cilmbing trees the rest is tbrp.
height:6.1 pretty tall for her age.
race:white
skill:makeing a fire and shooting gun or bow.
fear:being omega
logical
solitude
will join a group but only if she can be a leader she likes being in command
other:the reson they call her dragon is to many to list.

[Undercover]

littledragon0625
Can you please link the appearance again?

Shadow
Accepted, we will begin roleplaying once two more people apply

Solstice_X
Accepted, we will begin roleplaying once two more people apply

[Fireflower]

littledragon0625
Can you please link the appearance again?

Shadow
Accepted, we will begin roleplaying once two more people apply

Solstice_X
Accepted, we will begin roleplaying once two more people apply
lol sorry im bad at links ill try againhttp://goodoboi.ru/images/foto/original/or1391618753.jpg

[SolarWarrior]

Name: Abigal Santana
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Crew (3 survived) or Passenger (Up to 20 Survived): Passenger
Belongings Salvaged: Her soccer ball,some clothes and a blanket.
Reason your on the plane: Was going on a school travelling trip.
Occupation: High school student/School soccer player
Significant Other: None.
Children: Definitely none.
Looks: A 5"8 tan female with average length dark brown hair she wears in a ponytail,dark brown eyes and soccer clothes.
Personality: Abi's a huge hot-head who's also overly confident about herself and doesn't get scared that easily. She's logical and doesn't seem to have any emotions besides happiness and anger. Abi's personality overall is extremely hard to explain but to make it simple she's a overly confident hot-head.
Height: 5"8
Race: Mexican (She doesn't have a accent though)
Skills: Playing soccer,can run extremely fast for a really long time and is (Sort of) good at lending a hand (If you need someone to life something up).
Fears: Dying and losing to boys. (That's it. Possibly more to be discovered)
Logical or emotional?: Logical
Prefer Solitude or Community?: Solitude
Will they join a Group?: Possibly (If she thinks she has too)
Other: Sher-sher's her friend.




Name: Sher-sher Hernandez
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Crew (3 survived) or Passenger (Up to 20 Survived): Passenger
Belongings Salvaged: Her pocket knife,her camouflage jacket and her dad's camouflage hat (Almost killed herself trying to get it).
Reason your on the plane: Was on a school travelling trip.
Occupation: High school student/Hunter
Significant Other: None
Children: Definitely none.
Looks: A tall tan female with dark brown hair (Almost black),dark brown eyes,a long sleeved black shirt,grey pants and black sneakers.
Personality: Sher-sher's a hot-head who surprisingly doesn't care about what others think of her. She's incredibly intelligent and crafty,having experience camping with almost nothing but her pocket knife.
Height: 6"2
Race: Cuban (Has no accent)
Skills: She knows how to hunt/fish and camp without using a tent.
Fears: Dying,needles,drowning (Surprisingly can't swim) and never seeing her family again.
Logical or emotional?: Logical
Prefer Solitude or Community?: Solitude
Will they join a Group?: Possibly (Has to since she's working with Abi)
Other: Abi's friend. (Don't worry her dad wasn't on the plane she just took it because it meant everything to her)

[Rhubarb]

Name: Abigal Santana
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Crew (3 survived) or Passenger (Up to 20 Survived): Passenger
Belongings Salvaged: Her soccer ball,some clothes and a blanket.
Reason your on the plane: Was going on a school travelling trip.
Occupation: High school student/School soccer player
Significant Other: None.
Children: Definitely none.
Looks: A 5"8 tan female with average length dark brown hair she wears in a ponytail,dark brown eyes and soccer clothes.
Personality: Abi's a huge hot-head who's also overly confident about herself and doesn't get scared that easily. She's logical and doesn't seem to have any emotions besides happiness and anger. Abi's personality overall is extremely hard to explain but to make it simple she's a overly confident hot-head.
Height: 5"8
Race: Mexican (She doesn't have a accent though)
Skills: Playing soccer,can run extremely fast for a really long time and is (Sort of) good at lending a hand (If you need someone to life something up).
Fears: Dying and losing to boys. (That's it. Possibly more to be discovered)
Logical or emotional?: Logical
Prefer Solitude or Community?: Solitude
Will they join a Group?: Possibly (If she thinks she has too)
Other: Sher-sher's her friend.




Name: Sher-sher Hernandez
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Crew (3 survived) or Passenger (Up to 20 Survived): Passenger
Belongings Salvaged: Her pocket knife,her camouflage jacket and her dad's camouflage hat (Almost killed herself trying to get it).
Reason your on the plane: Was on a school travelling trip.
Occupation: High school student/Hunter
Significant Other: None
Children: Definitely none.
Looks: A tall tan female with dark brown hair (Almost black),dark brown eyes,a long sleeved black shirt,grey pants and black sneakers.
Personality: Sher-sher's a hot-head who surprisingly doesn't care about what others think of her. She's incredibly intelligent and crafty,having experience camping with almost nothing but her pocket knife.
Height: 6"2
Race: Cuban (Has no accent)
Skills: She knows how to hunt/fish and camp without using a tent.
Fears: Dying,needles,drowning (Surprisingly can't swim) and never seeing her family again.
Logical or emotional?: Logical
Prefer Solitude or Community?: Solitude
Will they join a Group?: Possibly (Has to since she's working with Abi)
Other: Abi's friend. (Don't worry her dad wasn't on the plane she just took it because it meant everything to her)
Name: Jack Briggs
Age: 13
Gender: male
Passenger
Belongings Salvaged: a watch (Clock work) A plastic water bottle and a small pocket knife that can barely cut a thing (BEST ITEAMS EVA)
Reason your on the plane: Going to vist grandparents
Occupation: None
Significant Other: a passenger
Children: too young
Looks: black haired with a slight blonde blue eyed
Personality: Smart but loves to help it makes him feel good. Hates to be teased though he puts up with it for Awhile(hehehe watch your backs LOL jk jk)
Height: 3ft 4
Race: white
Skills: Has some idea on weapon making
Fears: spiders and other poisonous animals
Logical or emotional?: Logical
Prefer Solitude or Community?: community but could survive alone
Will they join a Group?: They will try and want to be as helpful as possible
Other: Has basic ideas for some things like water weapons and traps

Name: Julian Heckeroth
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Passenger
Belongings Salvaged: A watch (clock work) A bag of chips a Band aid
Reason your on the plane: To go vist Jack's grandparents
Occupation: none
Significant Other: None
Children: to young
Looks:Curly haired brown eyed
Personality: Pretty average
Height: 5ft 2
Race: white
Skills: feirce fighter quite strong
Fears: death and mad men
Logical or emotional?: both to be frank
Prefer Solitude or Community?: both
Will they join a Group?: They have no idea
Other: Knows how to make fire with no matchs or lighters

[Rhubarb]

Name: Jack Briggs
Age: 13
Gender: male
Passenger
Belongings Salvaged: a watch (Clock work) A plastic water bottle and a small pocket knife that can barely cut a thing (BEST ITEAMS EVA)
Reason your on the plane: Going to vist grandparents
Occupation: None
Significant Other: a passenger
Children: too young
Looks: black haired with a slight blonde blue eyed
Personality: Smart but loves to help it makes him feel good. Hates to be teased though he puts up with it for Awhile(hehehe watch your backs LOL jk jk)
Height: 3ft 4
Race: white
Skills: Has some idea on weapon making
Fears: spiders and other poisonous animals
Logical or emotional?: Logical
Prefer Solitude or Community?: community but could survive alone
Will they join a Group?: They will try and want to be as helpful as possible
Other: Has basic ideas for some things like water weapons and traps

Name: Julian Heckeroth
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Passenger
Belongings Salvaged: A watch (clock work) A bag of chips a Band aid
Reason your on the plane: To go vist Jack's grandparents
Occupation: none
Significant Other: None
Children: to young
Looks:Curly haired brown eyed
Personality: Pretty average
Height: 5ft 2
Race: white
Skills: feirce fighter quite strong
Fears: death and mad men
Logical or emotional?: both to be frank
Prefer Solitude or Community?: both
Will they join a Group?: They have no idea
Other: Knows how to make fire with no matchs or lighters
ROLE PLAY TIME!!!
SolarWarrior littledragon0625 Undercover Solstice_X Shadow

[Fireflower]

ROLE PLAY TIME!!!
SolarWarrior littledragon0625 Undercover Solstice_X Shadow
:happyhop::waaah::quivering::ohnuu::handflapper:

[Undercover]

littledragon0625
Accepted, thank you.

Green mage
Accepted, we can begin the roleplay now!

SolarWarrior
Accepted, we can begin the roleplay now!

[Undercover]

Heath Merchan | Age 25 | Co-Pilot
Heath Merchan groaned from his place in the crushed cockpit. Everything was in chaos. The memories came rushing through his head like a tidal wave against a sandcastle. He remembered James Peters, the pilot, telling everyone to be calm. He was steady and sure through the end. As Heath closed his bright blue eyes to stop the flood of emotions, he knew he couldn't escape the dreaded feeling of horror. This wasn't supposed to happen?! How many people had survived? He knew for a fact that James hadn't survived, and that hit him hardest. The 25 year old saw his crush body against the side of cockpit, the image still vivid in his mind. He and the pilot were close, as he had learned so much from the experienced airman. I've gotta get out of here. The thought slid through his mind like puddy, the reality of the damaged situation still new to the co-pilot.

Looking around him, Heath climbed slowly to his feet, stooping so that his tall frame didn't brush against the roof. Grabbing his food pack that his mother had so insistingly forced upon him as well as his five knives that the man brought wherever he went, Heath stood up. Crossing quickly to where his pilot lay, he crouched down and took a deep breath. "I will never forget you." He murmured, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill. Reaching a hand into the dead man's breast pocket, he withdrew the compass (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/d3/4a/39/d34a39a03ee8d4826f14389d6a0e4c0c--nautical-gifts-compass-rose.jpg) that the co-pilot was never without. He pocketed the precious brass instrument before walking out. Heath tried not to look a thing the destruction that wrecked his airplane as he reached the door. It hung off its hinges, and the man ran his hands over the side of the plane. As the young co-pilot walked around the broken machine, he assessed the damage. Did anyone survive?

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[Fireflower]

Heath Merchan | Age 25 | Co-Pilot
Heath Merchan groaned from his place in the crushed cockpit. Everything was in chaos. The memories came rushing through his head like a tidal wave against a sandcastle. He remembered James Peters, the pilot, telling everyone to be calm. He was steady and sure through the end. As Heath closed his bright blue eyes to stop the flood of emotions, he knew he couldn't escape the dreaded feeling of horror. This wasn't supposed to happen?! How many people had survived? He knew for a fact that James hadn't survived, and that hit him hardest. The 25 year old saw his crush body against the side of cockpit, the image still vivid in his mind. He and the pilot were close, as he had learned so much from the experienced airman. I've gotta get out of here. The thought slid through his mind like puffy, the reality of the damaged situation still new to the co-pilot.

Looking around him, Heath climbed slowly to his feet, stopping so that his tall frame didn't brush against the roof. Grabbing his food pack that his mother had so insistingly forced upon him as well as his five knives that the man brought wherever he went, Heath stood up. Crossing quickly to where his pilot lay, he crouched down and took a deep breath. "I will never forget you." He murmured, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill. Reaching a hand into the dead man's breast pocket, he withdrew the compass (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/d3/4a/39/d34a39a03ee8d4826f14389d6a0e4c0c--nautical-gifts-compass-rose.jpg) that the co-pilot was never without. He pocketed the precious brass instrument before walking out. Heath tried not to look a thing the destruction that wrecked his airplane as he reached the door. It hung off its hinges, and the man ran his hands over the side of the plane. As the young co-pilot walked around the broken machine, he assessed the damage. Did anyone survive?

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dragon dug throught the burning wrecked plane looking for the bag that held her bow and arrows."come on!"she yelled finding the bag under a large broken part of the plane.she saw a man she remember,it was the co-pliot."hey,can you help me!"she yelled to him pulling at the bag.

[Undercover]

dragon dug throught the burning wrecked plane looking for the bag that held her bow and arrows."come on!"she yelled finding the bag under a large broken part of the plane. She saw a man she remember, it was the co-pliot."hey,can you help me!" she yelled to him, pulling at the bag.
Heath Merchan | Age 25 | Co-Pilot
Heath looked up for a moment from his place beside one of the airplane's wings. A voice had called out, and he searched for the person who had made it. Spotting a girl tugging at something under the plane, the man blinked. Who are you? The question burned in his mind as Heath made his way over. He gave a small incline of his head, a sign of both greeting and acknowledgment. Studying the plane that was trappings the bag, he realized that I thought wouldn't be hard to lift. For him, at least. Grasping the metal firmly, Heath lifted, allowing the bag to slide easily out.

Turning to the girl, he tried to picture her on the plane while it was still functioning correctly. Unable to come up with a name, he looked down at her. "What's your name?" He didn't menalorie for the words to come out so abruptly, but he was still in shock after the crash. Not to mention quite a bit rattled and bruised. He hadn't felt the pain, though, since it was physical, and nothing compared to how he was feeling mentally. Heath didn't feel like he was mentally in the scene yet. After all, he and the rest of the crew hadn't even imagined a crash would happen today. Or ever, really.

[SolarWarrior]

( Let me start over! Imagine whatever I said before never happened!)

Abigail coughed slightly confused about where she was intill everything came back to her. The trip and the incident. The plane had crashed with them in it. She wondered who survived and looked over at her friend Sher-sher who was still unconscious.
"Sher-sher wake up! Sher-sher?" There was a tiny moment of silence before Sher-sher woke up seeming to be in pain. "Ugh what happened?!" She asked completely confused. "The plane seems to have crushed." Abi replied before giving her friend a tight hug. "I'm so happy you're alive!" "I ca- can't breath!!" "Oops!" Abi quickly said and let go of Sher-sher. "Did anyone else survive?" "I believe so I hear voices! Either that or I've gone crazy!" "Actually I hear them too." "Yay! So I'm not crazy!!" Abi practically yelled and Sher-sher rolled her eyes looking out the window. "I believe we have crashed on an island of some sort." Sher-sher told Abi in a serious voice. "That isn't good right?" "Right." Sher-sher later seemed to be digging through the wreckage trying to find something. "What are you doing?!" "Trying to find my stuff! You should do that too." Before long they were both digging through the wreckage. Abi found some clothes,a blanket and her soccer ball which Sher-sher said was completely useless to them but Abi loved it to much to leave it alone. Meanwhile Sher-sher had found her camouflage jacket with her pocket knife stuffed into one of the pockets but she kept on searching. "What are you searching for now? Everything else is either broken or ripped!" Abi asked confused,Sher-sher quickly answered back,"My dad's camouflage hat! I had it with me!" "Why is it so important!?" "Because it means everything to me!!! Come on help me find it!" "But it's just a hat!" Sher-sher glared at Abi when she said that and Abi flinched and started to help her look.




(Tag me or what not)

[Fireflower]

Heath Merchan | Age 25 | Co-Pilot
Heath looked up for a moment from his place beside one of the airplane's wings. A voice had called out, and he searched for the person who had made it. Spotting a girl tugging at something under the plane, the man blinked. Who are you? The question burned in his mind as Heath made his way over. He gave a small incline of his head, a sign of both greeting and acknowledgment. Studying the plane that was trappings the bag, he realized that I thought wouldn't be hard to lift. For him, at least. Grasping the metal firmly, Heath lifted, allowing the bag to slide easily out.

Turning to the girl, he tried to picture her on the plane while it was still functioning correctly. Unable to come up with a name, he looked down at her. "What's your name?" He didn't menalorie for the words to come out so abruptly, but he was still in shock after the crash. Not to mention quite a bit rattled and bruised. He hadn't felt the pain, though, since it was physical, and nothing compared to how he was feeling mentally. Heath didn't feel like he was mentally in the scene yet. After all, he and the rest of the crew hadn't even imagined a crash would happen today. Or ever, really.
"they call me dragon"dragon said checking the bow inside the bag which was torn up the bow was ok and she had some arrows left inside."wait"she said looking throught the parts of plane in her way"got it"she said picking up a small knife(the one where you push a button and the blade pops out)that her dad gave her. she was scarce with the knife worried that it whould be helded the other way and slide into your skin but she was glad to have it."so whats your name?" she asked looking for more things in the wrecked plane.

[Rhubarb]

"they call me dragon"dragon said checking the bow inside the bag which was torn up the bow was ok and she had some arrows left inside."wait"she said looking throught the parts of plane in her way"got it"she said picking up a small knife(the one where you push a button and the blade pops out)that her dad gave her. she was scarce with the knife worried that it whould be helded the other way and slide into your skin but she was glad to have it."so whats your name?" she asked looking for more things in the wrecked plane.
Norman awakes on a beach alone. "HELLOO?!" He looks around in fear. "Is there anyone out there?!" He knows no one is there so he leaves the beach. He enters the forest. Large leaves sticks rock and other sorts of critters all over the place. He grabs a stick and breaks it in two. "COME ON!" He was so inraged. He was alone on an island with nothing but nature to help him live. Later he got over it and started to collect sticks, leaves, and stones. He made a teepee using the sticks then over layed the teepee with the leaves...

Julian Awakes in a forest. "HEEEEEEELLLLLLP!!!!!!" He calls out. No one was there to respond. He knew he had to get to work. He went around in search of shelter till he found a small cave that may fit a person inside. He got some stones he had picked up on the way and started to clash them together. a sharp rock and other chunks of stone came from the mess he had made. He put the sharp rock to the side and sat down to watch for something to help him.

[Wildy~ =3]

Name: Wild / Melody
Age: 14 / 17
Gender: Both Girls
Crew or Passenger: Both Passenger
Belongings Salvaged: A battered suitcase filled with clothes, a phone, a portable charger, a tablet, cat ear headphones, first aid kit, flashlight and art supplies (4 Notebooks, Colored Pencils, Normal Pencils, and Pencil Sharpener.). / Backpack she held on to for dear life. Contents are: Pocket knife, 3 bottles of iodine, two plastic water bottles, a guide to survival (yeah she's paranoid sometimes lol), and snacks GALORE (Wild would eat them all if they weren't in a life or death situation)
Reason your on the plane: TRAVEL / Exploring
Occupation: Just a child (But she helps Melody, since they both have amazing voices) / Professional Singer
Significant Other: None
Children: NO
Looks: 5'2", with pale-ish skin, purple (?) eyes,long light brown hair, and a pair of brown tabby cat ears and tail she wears almost 24/7. / 5'7", with pale skin, bright blue eyes, long silver (She dyed it) hair, and plush silver wolf ears and tail she wears sometimes.
Personality: Both TBRP'd but: Imaginative, bookworm, artist, singer, kind, natural leader. / Kind, singer, thoughtful, slightly melancholic, natural leader but would let Wild be leader
Height: ..... XD 5'2" / 5'7"
Race: Both White
Skills: Artsy, Singer, Techy, Natural Leader, Expert Climber/Thinker / Singer, Survivalist, Climber, Quick Thinker
Fears: Losing her sister, Being broken, Death / Losing her sister, Death, Listening to her sister cry
Logical or emotional?: Logical, but always follows her heart / Logical; Uses Emotions for Singing
Prefer Solitude or Community?: Community but she prefers solitude when thinking. / Solitude, but always stays with her sister.
Will they join a Group?: Leader / Joins Wild's group
Other: Basically it's Papyrus and Sans, except Wild is like both.

[Undercover]

~Wild Moon~

Accepted, you may start roleplaying!

[Undercover]

"they call me dragon"dragon said checking the bow inside the bag which was torn up the bow was ok and she had some arrows left inside."wait"she said looking throught the parts of plane in her way"got it"she said picking up a small knife(the one where you push a button and the blade pops out)that her dad gave her. she was scarce with the knife worried that it whould be helded the other way and slide into your skin but she was glad to have it."so whats your name?" she asked looking for more things in the wrecked plane.

( ( It's a switchblade. I have one of those. ) )
Heath Merchan | Age 25 | Co-PilotHeath slid his hands into himself pockets, sharp, icy blue hues gazing around at the island where they had landed. No, crashed. He looked back at her once as she spoke her name before returning to look at his surroundings, jamming his hands in the front pockets of his black slacks. He wasn't one to socialize, especially after such an accident. In fact, the only person who he had really let into his world was James, who was dead. A gasp of pain threatened to escape him, and Heath clenched his jaw to keep it inside. He couldn't get the image or memory away. It was burned in his eyelids, with him wherever he went. He rubbed his hand painfully hard against the compass in his pocket. I wouldn't want it any other way. I will never forget him. I must never forget him. Heath tore his mind from it's grieving and tried to take in his surroundings. From the looks of his plane, they were gonna be stranded on this island for quite a while. As the man got himself under control, he began to ponder her name for a moment, gaze lost in the distance. Dragon...surely that wasn't her real name?! Where are we? Heath's thoughts were scattered, which was unusual for the usually level-headed man. When he was in high school, the handsome young man used to get a fair amount of stares from girls. He never let it inflate his ego, though, and stayed focused on his studies. Heath had been a straight-up stubborn guy since the beginning, never straying from what his long-sought goal. And it payed him well as he became a pilot at age twenty, and co-pilot at age twenty-four.

Heath turned back to Dragon, wondering what she was registered as under the index of passengers. That would have her real identity, whether she wanted to have it found out or not. Of course, the records were next to no use to him now, as the plane was all but wrecked. Heath turned back to the island once more, lost in thought. They seemed to have crashed head into a sort of forest, full of green trees and shrubs. It was summertime, so the wildlife would be flourishing. Maybe he would be lucky enough to find a way out of here. Or at least plot where they were on the map. He could see and hear the crashing of waves upon a shore between a line of trees, cleared by the blunt path of the broken plane. Heath scratched at the back of his neck and faced the girl opposite him, aroused from his drifting, not yet grounded mind by her rummaging. At least she was trying to make herself useful and wasn't by just standing there. As he looked closer, he realized that Dragon seemed to have found something. So she had a knife as well. As she burrowed deeper, Heath let her question wash over him. "Heath." He replied after a moment, blending the word with a massive sigh as he smoothly pocketed a piece of the broken plane. Heath enjoyed collecting trinkets and small items. They were important to him, though he didn't know why. Back at home, he had managed to find many things in the Scottish streets, from a roughly flattened spoon to a piece of glass that looked like it was taken from the sun itself. Who knew whether he would ever see his family or his possessions again.

[Wildy~ =3]

Melody woke up to the smell of blood. She sat up, ignoring the headache she had, and looked frantically from side to side. "Wild!" she called out. "Wild!" As she called out for her sister, she looked at the scene: she was in the wreaked plane. All around her, jagged bits of metal scattered the interior of the plane. Above her, there were long, jagged openings. She saw that many of the other passengers hadn't survived. She got up, ignoring the pain in her leg, and hobbled forward to grab her backpack. It hadn't flown far. She went through an opening, and began to search for Wild. She found her plush wolf ears and tail on the sandy ground in front of her. She put them on, hoping Wild would recognize her.
On a sheet of metal, there was a purple suitcase. A few feet away, on a bed of golden flowers stained with blood, there was a girl. Her long hair was spread out, and she wore brown tabby cat ears and tail. Two cuts ran down her face, deep enough to scar but not overly serious. There were many other cuts that required more attention.
After 5 minutes of searching, Melody still couldn't find Wild. She wouldn't give up, but she was expecting the worst at this point. "Wild!" she called out, tears forming in her eyes.
The girl stirred a little, but couldn't respond.
Melody sat down, letting the tears fall. She remembered the lyrics to a song on Youtube and whispered them to herself quietly.
"Knock Knock
"Who's There?
"Not My
"Laughter
"I Am
"Drowning
"Falling
"Faster
"Racing
"On The
"Tracks The
"Answer's
"Just A-
"-Nother
"Shattered
"Flower"
The girl stirred again, but still couldn't do much.
Melody looked up, as she had thought something moved in the woods. Spotting the suitcase, she ran towards it, the lyrics to the song in her mind. When she made it there, she smiled. It was the right suitcase. She looked around, but didn't notice the girl at first. When she spotted the girl, her eyes widened. "Wild!" she exclaimed, running over.

[Solstice_X]

Amelia Sharpova | Age 10 | Passenger

The little white-blonde girl lay dazed in what appeared to be the rubble of what was formerly the seat she sat in for the plane ride. Stars swarmed her vision as she tried to move. No luck. Move! she mentally hissed to herself as she tried again for any sign of movement from her body other than the tilt of her head and the wandering of her eyes. Where was she? As far as her memory served her, she'd been on a plane back to London to visit granny and grandpa...so where was here exactly? Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth as she tried searching for that voice her parents said she always seemed to have. However, today seemed to be a day where it wasn't working. Where are mama and papa?

William Kugler | Age 19 | Passenger

William Kugler was less than pleased with the circumstances that fell before him now, and a few moments before. First, it was just his luck that he'd be in the loo while the plane was going down. Second, he'd barely just got out when the plane roughly embraced the surface of the earth. This colossal clash sent him tumbling across the body of the plane and before he knew it,
his world went black. Third, as far as his eyes could see, granted he was barely able to raise his head away from face-down in the silty dirt,
were the colors blue, green, and brown.

Grunting, the stuntman and model found the strength to prop himself up into a sitting position, a much better vantage point than that of pancake flat against the ground. All around him he saws the scattered remains of what used to be the plane. Christ, things are still smoking...and... He didn't finish his thought as his golden-amber eyes slowly recognized the deathly faces of fellow passengers that were with him on the flight. Sweet baby Jesus... His eyes followed the pale and limply hanging hand that hung over the side of one of the now destroyed seats. The ghostly trail lead to the lifeless fair face of a woman looking to be in her mid-30s, but could probably pass as younger. There was a sort of beauty in the stillness of her being.
Her well-shaped face and facial features, her fair skin and long, white-blonde hair, her near ice-queen-like appearance, these all radiated to Kugler that this woman was probably important in some way, but what way he was unsure of.

As he continued his sitting scan from he cast off the side of the plane position, passing over too many bodies of the lifeless for his comfort, he couldn't help but notice the faint flicker of life in the eyes of one of the unmoving bodies. Was it just his imagination? At first he thought this woman - no, girl - was the first woman he saw, but he was wrong. Completely wrong. If he were to guess now, he'd guess that this girl was that woman's daughter. How on earth a girl that young could survive such a crash was beyond him, but either way, the two seemed to be having a staring contest of analytical wills.

One wondered, one echoed a cry for help, both eyes, amber and blue, seemed to have something in common, but what was it?

[Wildy~ =3]

Melody woke up to the smell of blood. She sat up, ignoring the headache she had, and looked frantically from side to side. "Wild!" she called out. "Wild!" As she called out for her sister, she looked at the scene: she was in the wreaked plane. All around her, jagged bits of metal scattered the interior of the plane. Above her, there were long, jagged openings. She saw that many of the other passengers hadn't survived. She got up, ignoring the pain in her leg, and hobbled forward to grab her backpack. It hadn't flown far. She went through an opening, and began to search for Wild. She found her plush wolf ears and tail on the sandy ground in front of her. She put them on, hoping Wild would recognize her.
On a sheet of metal, there was a purple suitcase. A few feet away, on a bed of golden flowers stained with blood, there was a girl. Her long hair was spread out, and she wore brown tabby cat ears and tail. Two cuts ran down her face, deep enough to scar but not overly serious. There were many other cuts that required more attention.
After 5 minutes of searching, Melody still couldn't find Wild. She wouldn't give up, but she was expecting the worst at this point. "Wild!" she called out, tears forming in her eyes.
The girl stirred a little, but couldn't respond.
Melody sat down, letting the tears fall. She remembered the lyrics to a song on Youtube and whispered them to herself quietly.
"Knock Knock
"Who's There?
"Not My
"Laughter
"I Am
"Drowning
"Falling
"Faster
"Racing
"On The
"Tracks The
"Answer's
"Just A-
"-Nother
"Shattered
"Flower"
The girl stirred again, but still couldn't do much.
Melody looked up, as she had thought something moved in the woods. Spotting the suitcase, she ran towards it, the lyrics to the song in her mind. When she made it there, she smiled. It was the right suitcase. She looked around, but didn't notice the girl at first. When she spotted the girl, her eyes widened. "Wild!" she exclaimed, running over.
Wild didn't move.
"Wild," Melody whispered, shaking her. "Please wake up."
Wild opened her eyes a little. "..... M.... Melody..." she said, almost too quiet to hear.
"You're alive," Melody said, tears still running down her face.
"Melody..... Wh-Where are we?" Wild asked, her voice a little louder than before.
"An island.... I think," Melody replied.
Wild tried to sit up, but flopped back down. "Ow," she said.
Melody couldn't help but smile. She picked Wild up and carried her to the beach. She then went to the suitcase and took it to Wild.
Wild had finally managed to sit up, but it still hurt.
"Wild, where did you put the first aid kit?" Melody asked.
"In the main compartment. It couldn't fit anywhere else," Wild replied.
Melody nodded and took the huge first aid kit out. They had stocked it up well, even though all they had planned to do in London was camp for a few days and hold a concert. She took out the roller bandages, one of the two bottles of rubbing alcohol and the ointment. She then began to bandage Wild's legs. When she was finished with that, she grabbed ridiculously huge bandages they got just for fun and used two of them to bandage Wild's face. She bandaged a few other cuts and then she was finished.
Wild had held still the entire time. "Now it's your turn," she said, and began to bandage Melody's leg. When she was done, she checked for other injuries, but could only find a bruise on her head. "Dang it. I knew we should've brought the cooler," she said.
"Yeah. You have a bruise too," Melody replied. "Maybe the cooler would've been a good idea." She sighed. "Well, at least they aren't too bad."
"Agreed," Wild responded.

[SolarWarrior]

Wild didn't move.
"Wild," Melody whispered, shaking her. "Please wake up."
Wild opened her eyes a little. "..... M.... Melody..." she said, almost too quiet to hear.
"You're alive," Melody said, tears still running down her face.
"Melody..... Wh-Where are we?" Wild asked, her voice a little louder than before.
"An island.... I think," Melody replied.
Wild tried to sit up, but flopped back down. "Ow," she said.
Melody couldn't help but smile. She picked Wild up and carried her to the beach. She then went to the suitcase and took it to Wild.
Wild had finally managed to sit up, but it still hurt.
"Wild, where did you put the first aid kit?" Melody asked.
"In the main compartment. It couldn't fit anywhere else," Wild replied.
Melody nodded and took the huge first aid kit out. They had stocked it up well, even though all they had planned to do in London was camp for a few days and hold a concert. She took out the roller bandages, one of the two bottles of rubbing alcohol and the ointment. She then began to bandage Wild's legs. When she was finished with that, she grabbed ridiculously huge bandages they got just for fun and used two of them to bandage Wild's face. She bandaged a few other cuts and then she was finished.
Wild had held still the entire time. "Now it's your turn," she said, and began to bandage Melody's leg. When she was done, she checked for other injuries, but could only find a bruise on her head. "Dang it. I knew we should've brought the cooler," she said.
"Yeah. You have a bruise too," Melody replied. "Maybe the cooler would've been a good idea." She sighed. "Well, at least they aren't too bad."
"Agreed," Wild responded.


Sher-sher looked through the rumble and finally found her father's camouflage hat under a huge piece of the plane who knows what part it was but Sher-sher was happy she found her father's hat. Abigail was right behind her when Sher-sher yelled,"My dad's hat!!" and she ran over and tried to pick up the giant plane part that was on the hat but couldn't."Abi! Come help me!" "That doesn't look very sa-" "Just help me!!" Sher-sher yelled at her and Abi helped her pick up the plane piece and Sher-sher grabbed the hat but earned a huge cut on the start of her arm to her elbow from grabbing it. "Ugh!" Sher-sher said when she cut her arm but didn't cry or seemed worried about it but rather annoyed. She put on her fathers hat and walked out with Abi worring about the cut. "That's a pretty nasty cut! Let's go wash it on the beach ok?" Abi told her worried. "Whatever." Sher-sher replied annoyed her friend was caring about her so much. When they got to the beach they saw two girls seemingly younger than them. Abi wondered if they were ok and walked up to them,"Are you girls ok? You seem to be hurt. Anything serious?" She asked holding Sher-sher's arm that was still bleeding.

[Wildy~ =3]

Sher-sher looked through the rumble and finally found her father's camouflage hat under a huge piece of the plane who knows what part it was but Sher-sher was happy she found her father's hat. Abigail was right behind her when Sher-sher yelled,"My dad's hat!!" and she ran over and tried to pick up the giant plane part that was on the hat but couldn't."Abi! Come help me!" "That doesn't look very sa-" "Just help me!!" Sher-sher yelled at her and Abi helped her pick up the plane piece and Sher-sher grabbed the hat but earned a huge cut on the start of her arm to her elbow from grabbing it. "Ugh!" Sher-sher said when she cut her arm but didn't cry or seemed worried about it but rather annoyed. She put on her fathers hat and walked out with Abi worring about the cut. "That's a pretty nasty cut! Let's go wash it on the beach ok?" Abi told her worried. "Whatever." Sher-sher replied annoyed her friend was caring about her so much. When they got to the beach they saw two girls seemingly younger than them. Abi wondered if they were ok and walked up to them,"Are you girls ok? You seem to be hurt. Anything serious?" She asked holding Sher-sher's arm that was still bleeding.
"I got lucky. Wild ended up with much worse," Melody replied.
"Hey!" Wild said, laughing. She looked at the newcomers and grabbed the medical supplies. "Here, let me look at that," she said.

[Fireflower]

( ( It's a switchblade. I have one of those. ) )
Heath Merchan | Age 25 | Co-PilotHeath slid his hands into himself pockets, sharp, icy blue hues gazing around at the island where they had landed. No, crashed. He looked back at her once as she spoke her name before returning to look at his surroundings, jamming his hands in the front pockets of his black slacks. He wasn't one to socialize, especially after such an accident. In fact, the only person who he had really let into his world was James, who was dead. A gasp of pain threatened to escape him, and Heath clenched his jaw to keep it inside. He couldn't get the image or memory away. It was burned in his eyelids, with him wherever he went. He rubbed his hand painfully hard against the compass in his pocket. I wouldn't want it any other way. I will never forget him. I must never forget him. Heath tore his mind from it's grieving and tried to take in his surroundings. From the looks of his plane, they were gonna be stranded on this island for quite a while. As the man got himself under control, he began to ponder her name for a moment, gaze lost in the distance. Dragon...surely that wasn't her real name?! Where are we? Heath's thoughts were scattered, which was unusual for the usually level-headed man. When he was in high school, the handsome young man used to get a fair amount of stares from girls. He never let it inflate his ego, though, and stayed focused on his studies. Heath had been a straight-up stubborn guy since the beginning, never straying from what his long-sought goal. And it payed him well as he became a pilot at age twenty, and co-pilot at age twenty-four.

Heath turned back to Dragon, wondering what she was registered as under the index of passengers. That would have her real identity, whether she wanted to have it found out or not. Of course, the records were next to no use to him now, as the plane was all but wrecked. Heath turned back to the island once more, lost in thought. They seemed to have crashed head into a sort of forest, full of green trees and shrubs. It was summertime, so the wildlife would be flourishing. Maybe he would be lucky enough to find a way out of here. Or at least plot where they were on the map. He could see and hear the crashing of waves upon a shore between a line of trees, cleared by the blunt path of the broken plane. Heath scratched at the back of his neck and faced the girl opposite him, aroused from his drifting, not yet grounded mind by her rummaging. At least she was trying to make herself useful and wasn't by just standing there. As he looked closer, he realized that Dragon seemed to have found something. So she had a knife as well. As she burrowed deeper, Heath let her question wash over him. "Heath." He replied after a moment, blending the word with a massive sigh as he smoothly pocketed a piece of the broken plane. Heath enjoyed collecting trinkets and small items. They were important to him, though he didn't know why. Back at home, he had managed to find many things in the Scottish streets, from a roughly flattened spoon to a piece of glass that looked like it was taken from the sun itself. Who knew whether he would ever see his family or his possessions again.
(thx)dragon didnt find anything worth something.she got up and said"thanks for the help!"and started running into the forest and jumped into a tree and hug the bag holding the bow which she took out along with the arrows and qither.and ran into the forest out of view.

[Shadow]

ROLE PLAY TIME!!!
SolarWarrior littledragon0625 Undercover Solstice_X Shadow
Hey guys can I get a quick sum up of what happened so far?? Thanksgiving was kinda chaotic so I had no time to get on..)

[Solstice_X]

Hey guys can I get a quick sum up of what happened so far?? Thanksgiving was kinda chaotic so I had no time to get on..)

( Essentially everyone's characters are realizing the crash, coming to, and surveying the rubble and ruins. At least, that's the best way I can put it in brief. )

[Rhubarb]

( Essentially everyone's characters are realizing the crash, coming to, and surveying the rubble and ruins. At least, that's the best way I can put it in brief. )

(thx)dragon didnt find anything worth something.she got up and said"thanks for the help!"and started running into the forest and jumped into a tree and hug the bag holding the bow which she took out along with the arrows and qither.and ran into the forest out of view.
Jack was bashing stone together hoping to make something that could help make fire. After a while of doing this (and bashing his fingers) Jack procured a small fat sharp rock from his hard work. He could now make a fire! He used the rock to make a hole in a small piece of wood the he took a bendy srick he had found while getting reasources. He took dry grasses and but them against a flat rock. He cut the hem of his shirt to make a little string then wraped around both ends of the bendy stick. He grabed his tiny pocket knife and whiltled another stick that was pretty straight so that it had grooves that could fit the string. He had made a fire bow! He got straight to work. After countless tries he had done it! He had made fire! He gathered rock and made a key-hole shaped rock nest around the fire. He fed the fire with new hope in his heart. Julian was still looking out when he saw a glow in the woods. He ran over to it in intrest. He found Jack sitting near by it "JACK!" He yelled. Jack looked up from the fire.

OMG MAMATADDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!

[Shadow]

( Essentially everyone's characters are realizing the crash, coming to, and surveying the rubble and ruins. At least, that's the best way I can put it in brief. )
Alright thanks!!)

Willow groaned as she woke up with a huge headache. Her vision was blurry...she blinked. Why was she seeing red? She wiped her forehead then gasped. She was bleeding from her head. Oh god. She wiped her face on her sleeve. At least his vision wasn’t blurry anymore. Ugh...where am I?? the young woman said looking around. This..this looks like a plan.. then suddenly her eyes widened. Oh god the plan crash! Where’s Dust- “WOAH!!” She shreaked when she was flipped over a shoulder. “Put.Me.DOWN!!” She kicked and punished the unknown person. “Ow cuz that hurts.” growled a familiar voice. “Dustin!” She gasped relived. “Are you ok?” She asked him relaxing.”Yeah I’m ok. Put man you throw a punch and a kick. “ “Sorry...” she sighed letting him carry her in a sort of bridal style. “you know I can walk..” she winced when he touched her lower leg which was close to her ankle. “Yeah no you can’t. You could’ve sprained something. Plus your bleeding out. You can’t walk.” She looked up at her cousin and gasped. He didn’t look to have a single Deep wound on him. Until she saw his shoulder. Oh god. Carrying her must hurt.

Dustin woke up outside on some sand. What the heck?! Where am i? He went to stand up but a horrible pain came from his left shoulder. He looked and saw prices of metal and glass poking out. All color left his face as he saw that. He took a gulp and tried to stand up this time. He had to find his younger cousin, willow. He saw the plan crash and ran up to it. Ignoring the screams of pain from his shoulder and everywhere else. He needed to make sure she was ok. Once he entered he made sure not to yell knowing he probably lost his voice. Once he saw a figure sitting up he knew it was willow immediately because of her white hair. He walked up behind her and tried to call out. It came out in a whisper. Knowing she was lost in thought he bent down and picked her up. Her leg was pretty swollen. Oh god. The pain that his shoulder felt. He almost dropped to the ground when Willow started to kick and punch him.”WOAH!! Put.Me.DOWN!!” He heard her cry. “Ow cuz that hurts.” he grunted just loud enough for her to hear. Everything was hurting. And willow made it a million times worse. How on earth was he dealing with this? He wasn’t. He just kept on thinking that as soon as his cousin was in the beach he could lay down there and probably never get back up. While he though of other ways to rest his cousins voice interrupted his thoughts. “Dustin! Are you ok?!” “Yeah I’m ok but man you throw a punch and a kick.” he responded. Oh man was he lying. He was so far from the truth. Nothing could express the pain he was feeling in his left shoulder. Except maybe his whole arm was going to fall off. “Sorry.” Willow sighed looking down. But he felt her tense as he flipped her over into kind of a bridal style thing (ya know where grooms would carry the bride into the house?) that took off some pressure. But not all. “You know I can walk.” He sighed as he touched her lower leg and she winced. ”Yeah no you can’t.You could’ve sprained something. Plus your bleeding out. You can’t walk.” He ignored her pleas for him to put her down once she saw his shoulder. Once they got out of the plane Dustin put her down nicely on the sad before collapsing. Immediately darkness clouded his gaze.

”OH GOD DUSTIN!” Willow screamed. “HELP SOMEONE!! ANYONE!!” She knew she shouldn’t made him put her down. UGH! Him always trying to play the hero!! She crawled over to him and gasped. The sand around his left shoulder was completely red. Oh god he was gonna die! And I’ll I’m doing is watching him... that was enough to make Willow scream at the top of her lugs saying help me help me over and over till she had no more voice.

[Rhubarb]

Alright thanks!!)

Willow groaned as she woke up with a huge headache. Her vision was blurry...she blinked. Why was she seeing red? She wiped her forehead then gasped. She was bleeding from her head. Oh god. She wiped her face on her sleeve. At least his vision wasn’t blurry anymore. Ugh...where am I?? the young woman said looking around. This..this looks like a plan.. then suddenly her eyes widened. Oh god the plan crash! Where’s Dust- “WOAH!!” She shreaked when she was flipped over a shoulder. “Put.Me.DOWN!!” She kicked and punished the unknown person. “Ow cuz that hurts.” growled a familiar voice. “Dustin!” She gasped relived. “Are you ok?” She asked him relaxing.”Yeah I’m ok. Put man you throw a punch and a kick. “ “Sorry...” she sighed letting him carry her in a sort of bridal style. “you know I can walk..” she winced when he touched her lower leg which was close to her ankle. “Yeah no you can’t. You could’ve sprained something. Plus your bleeding out. You can’t walk.” She looked up at her cousin and gasped. He didn’t look to have a single Deep wound on him. Until she saw his shoulder. Oh god. Carrying her must hurt.

Dustin woke up outside on some sand. What the heck?! Where am i? He went to stand up but a horrible pain came from his left shoulder. He looked and saw prices of metal and glass poking out. All color left his face as he saw that. He took a gulp and tried to stand up this time. He had to find his younger cousin, willow. He saw the plan crash and ran up to it. Ignoring the screams of pain from his shoulder and everywhere else. He needed to make sure she was ok. Once he entered he made sure not to yell knowing he probably lost his voice. Once he saw a figure sitting up he knew it was willow immediately because of her white hair. He walked up behind her and tried to call out. It came out in a whisper. Knowing she was lost in thought he bent down and picked her up. Her leg was pretty swollen. Oh god. The pain that his shoulder felt. He almost dropped to the ground when Willow started to kick and punch him.”WOAH!! Put.Me.DOWN!!” He heard her cry. “Ow cuz that hurts.” he grunted just loud enough for her to hear. Everything was hurting. And willow made it a million times worse. How on earth was he dealing with this? He wasn’t. He just kept on thinking that as soon as his cousin was in the beach he could lay down there and probably never get back up. While he though of other ways to rest his cousins voice interrupted his thoughts. “Dustin! Are you ok?!” “Yeah I’m ok but man you throw a punch and a kick.” he responded. Oh man was he lying. He was so far from the truth. Nothing could express the pain he was feeling in his left shoulder. Except maybe his whole arm was going to fall off. “Sorry.” Willow sighed looking down. But he felt her tense as he flipped her over into kind of a bridal style thing (ya know where grooms would carry the bride into the house?) that took off some pressure. But not all. “You know I can walk.” He sighed as he touched her lower leg and she winced. ”Yeah no you can’t.You could’ve sprained something. Plus your bleeding out. You can’t walk.” He ignored her pleas for him to put her down once she saw his shoulder. Once they got out of the plane Dustin put her down nicely on the sad before collapsing. Immediately darkness clouded his gaze.

”OH GOD DUSTIN!” Willow screamed. “HELP SOMEONE!! ANYONE!!” She knew she shouldn’t made him put her down. UGH! Him always trying to play the hero!! She crawled over to him and gasped. The sand around his left shoulder was completely red. Oh god he was gonna die! And I’ll I’m doing is watching him... that was enough to make Willow scream at the top of her lugs saying help me help me over and over till she had no more voice.
It had been a few minutes since julian and jack had meet up and sat by the fire."HELP SOMEONE" They heard in the distance. They got up and ran to help. Jack had his sharp rock, julian had thing to make a quick small fire. They ran up to the wreak of a plane and looked at the sight of a girl looking at a man who layed on the ground wounded. without a word Jack rushed up and cut his shirt again to make a cloth which could be used as a bandage and put it on the mans sholder. "Julian get a fire going!"
( Shadow MAMATADDDDD! )

[Fireflower]

It had been a few minutes since julian and jack had meet up and sat by the fire."HELP SOMEONE" They heard in the distance. They got up and ran to help. Jack had his sharp rock, julian had thing to make a quick small fire. They ran up to the wreak of a plane and looked at the sight of a girl looking at a man who layed on the ground wounded. without a word Jack rushed up and cut his shirt again to make a cloth which could be used as a bandage and put it on the mans sholder. "Julian get a fire going!"
( Shadow MAMATADDDDD! )
Alright thanks!!)

Willow groaned as she woke up with a huge headache. Her vision was blurry...she blinked. Why was she seeing red? She wiped her forehead then gasped. She was bleeding from her head. Oh god. She wiped her face on her sleeve. At least his vision wasn’t blurry anymore. Ugh...where am I?? the young woman said looking around. This..this looks like a plan.. then suddenly her eyes widened. Oh god the plan crash! Where’s Dust- “WOAH!!” She shreaked when she was flipped over a shoulder. “Put.Me.DOWN!!” She kicked and punished the unknown person. “Ow cuz that hurts.” growled a familiar voice. “Dustin!” She gasped relived. “Are you ok?” She asked him relaxing.”Yeah I’m ok. Put man you throw a punch and a kick. “ “Sorry...” she sighed letting him carry her in a sort of bridal style. “you know I can walk..” she winced when he touched her lower leg which was close to her ankle. “Yeah no you can’t. You could’ve sprained something. Plus your bleeding out. You can’t walk.” She looked up at her cousin and gasped. He didn’t look to have a single Deep wound on him. Until she saw his shoulder. Oh god. Carrying her must hurt.

Dustin woke up outside on some sand. What the heck?! Where am i? He went to stand up but a horrible pain came from his left shoulder. He looked and saw prices of metal and glass poking out. All color left his face as he saw that. He took a gulp and tried to stand up this time. He had to find his younger cousin, willow. He saw the plan crash and ran up to it. Ignoring the screams of pain from his shoulder and everywhere else. He needed to make sure she was ok. Once he entered he made sure not to yell knowing he probably lost his voice. Once he saw a figure sitting up he knew it was willow immediately because of her white hair. He walked up behind her and tried to call out. It came out in a whisper. Knowing she was lost in thought he bent down and picked her up. Her leg was pretty swollen. Oh god. The pain that his shoulder felt. He almost dropped to the ground when Willow started to kick and punch him.”WOAH!! Put.Me.DOWN!!” He heard her cry. “Ow cuz that hurts.” he grunted just loud enough for her to hear. Everything was hurting. And willow made it a million times worse. How on earth was he dealing with this? He wasn’t. He just kept on thinking that as soon as his cousin was in the beach he could lay down there and probably never get back up. While he though of other ways to rest his cousins voice interrupted his thoughts. “Dustin! Are you ok?!” “Yeah I’m ok but man you throw a punch and a kick.” he responded. Oh man was he lying. He was so far from the truth. Nothing could express the pain he was feeling in his left shoulder. Except maybe his whole arm was going to fall off. “Sorry.” Willow sighed looking down. But he felt her tense as he flipped her over into kind of a bridal style thing (ya know where grooms would carry the bride into the house?) that took off some pressure. But not all. “You know I can walk.” He sighed as he touched her lower leg and she winced. ”Yeah no you can’t.You could’ve sprained something. Plus your bleeding out. You can’t walk.” He ignored her pleas for him to put her down once she saw his shoulder. Once they got out of the plane Dustin put her down nicely on the sad before collapsing. Immediately darkness clouded his gaze.

”OH GOD DUSTIN!” Willow screamed. “HELP SOMEONE!! ANYONE!!” She knew she shouldn’t made him put her down. UGH! Him always trying to play the hero!! She crawled over to him and gasped. The sand around his left shoulder was completely red. Oh god he was gonna die! And I’ll I’m doing is watching him... that was enough to make Willow scream at the top of her lugs saying help me help me over and over till she had no more voice.
dragon jumped from tree to tree bow drawn heading to the yell that she heard she got there and saw some people drawing back the string she yelled"whos there!"

[Shadow]

It had been a few minutes since julian and jack had meet up and sat by the fire."HELP SOMEONE" They heard in the distance. They got up and ran to help. Jack had his sharp rock, julian had thing to make a quick small fire. They ran up to the wreak of a plane and looked at the sight of a girl looking at a man who layed on the ground wounded. without a word Jack rushed up and cut his shirt again to make a cloth which could be used as a bandage and put it on the mans sholder. "Julian get a fire going!"
( Shadow MAMATADDDDD! )


dragon jumped from tree to tree bow drawn heading to the yell that she heard she got there and saw some people drawing back the string she yelled"whos there!"

”Th-thank you..” Willow relaxed before hearing a yell. “Uh..two wounded passengers one bleeding out..” She looked over to the boy who started helping. “I-I can help.” She used most of her strength to stand up. Stumbling and limping. She then fel right on her bum and winced. “Never Mind.” She growled. She hated being useless. Especially when her cousin was bleeding to death infront of her. She looked to the male. “Hey what can I do?”

[Fireflower]

”Th-thank you..” Willow relaxed before hearing a yell. “Uh..two wounded passengers one bleeding out..” She looked over to the boy who started helping. “I-I can help.” She used most of her strength to stand up. Stumbling and limping. She then fel right on her bum and winced. “Never Mind.” She growled. She hated being useless. Especially when her cousin was bleeding to death infront of her. She looked to the male. “Hey what can I do?”
dragon leaped down from the tree and said"i need to ask you a few questions:was your name and his name,do you know him if so is he your guardian here?"she started putting her bow a side and started thinking about what to do.

[Rhubarb]

dragon leaped down from the tree and said"i need to ask you a few questions:was your name and his name,do you know him if so is he your guardian here?"she started putting her bow a side and started thinking about what to do.
"Hello I'm jack that is julian." Then looking at Willow "You can help by boiling water from the sea when I get back. Your friend is going to need clean water this is the best way to get it so far... Hey your friends bandage is bleeding through again." He cut his shirt again to make a new clean bandage. "Use this on him.

[Shadow]

dragon leaped down from the tree and said"i need to ask you a few questions:was your name and his name,do you know him if so is he your guardian here?"she started putting her bow a side and started thinking about what to do.
"Hello I'm jack that is julian." Then looking at Willow "You can help by boiling water from the sea when I get back. Your friend is going to need clean water this is the best way to get it so far... Hey your friends bandage is bleeding through again." He cut his shirt again to make a new clean bandage. "Use this on him.
Willow narrowed her eyes at the new girl. “My cousin is bleeding out right now. So would you mind if I answered those questions after he is dealt with?” She said through gritted teeth. Without an answer she turned her head to the young boy helping. “Alright.” She grabbed the bandage and took off the old one. She winced at the sight of Dustin’s shoulder. “Oh god it will be a miracle if he lives through this..” she whimpered and rapped the new bandage around his shoulder. She then looked at the beach. She shakingly stood up and took ten steps forward.. She then stopped. “What am I gonna collect the water with?” She called back.

[Fireflower]

Willow narrowed her eyes at the new girl. “My cousin is bleeding out right now. So would you mind if I answered those questions after he is dealt with?” She said through gritted teeth. Without an answer she turned her head to the young boy helping. “Alright.” She grabbed the bandage and took off the old one. She winced at the sight of Dustin’s shoulder. “Oh god it will be a miracle if he lives through this..” she whimpered and rapped the new bandage around his shoulder. She then looked at the beach. She shakingly stood up and took ten steps forward.. She then stopped. “What am I gonna collect the water with?” She called back.
"fine"dragon said jumping over a large sheet of plane.she knew at the back of the plane was a first aid kit.she found it unharmed.jumping back over she said"here take this"holding a empty water bottle "fill this up and when you come back i need to check you for injures"ember said.she turned to the other one "here do you know how to put on a dressing and bandage?"(I took a babysitting class and it did first aid stuff like this lol) Green mage

[Rhubarb]

"fine"dragon said jumping over a large sheet of plane.she knew at the back of the plane was a first aid kit.she found it unharmed.jumping back over she said"here take this"holding a empty water bottle "fill this up and when you come back i need to check you for injures"ember said.she turned to the other one "here do you know how to put on a dressing and bandage?"(I took a babysitting class and it did first aid stuff like this lol) Green mage
(sorry trying to process that)

[Rhubarb]

(sorry trying to process that)
The fire was started and was growing slowly

[Shadow]

The fire was started and was growing slowly
(sorry trying to process that)
"fine"dragon said jumping over a large sheet of plane.she knew at the back of the plane was a first aid kit.she found it unharmed.jumping back over she said"here take this"holding a empty water bottle "fill this up and when you come back i need to check you for injures"ember said.she turned to the other one "here do you know how to put on a dressing and bandage?"(I took a babysitting class and it did first aid stuff like this lol) Green mage
Willow stumbled over to collect some water. She then came back to their little camp and sat down. “Does anyone have a pot or something so I can boil this?” Pain and exhaustion was clear in her eyes .

[Fireflower]

Willow stumbled over to collect some water. She then came back to their little camp and sat down. “Does anyone have a pot or something so I can boil this?” Pain and exhaustion was clear in her eyes .
dragon looked around "here use this" she said throwning her a sheet of metal that can hold some water.she dug in the first aid and found what she needed: bandages ,gauze pad,hand cleaning wipe,and some pain killers."here"dragon she handing willow the pain killers.she started unwinding the sleeve and put a gauze pad on and wrapped it in the bandage.(after wiping her hands with the hand wipe).and got the other ready for the bleeding to soak through again.

[Shadow]

dragon looked around "here use this" she said throwning her a sheet of metal that can hold some water.she dug in the first aid and found what she needed: bandages ,gauze pad,hand cleaning wipe,and some pain killers."here"dragon she handing willow the pain killers.she started unwinding the sleeve and put a gauze pad on and wrapped it in the bandage.(after wiping her hands with the hand wipe).and got the other ready for the bleeding to soak through again.
willow nodded and started boiling the water. She jumped as Dustin groaned but then was he was out cold again.

[Undercover]

(thx)dragon didnt find anything worth something.she got up and said"thanks for the help!"and started running into the forest and jumped into a tree and hug the bag holding the bow which she took out along with the arrows and qither.and ran into the forest out of view.

( ( No problem ) )
Heath Merchan | Age 25 | Co-Pilot
Heath's distant gaze followed her as she ran away. Well, he thought. That was abrupt. Turning back to his plane, the young man began to walk through the trees in the direction of the ocean, his mind wandering again.
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